Don is a marine


Jeanne is Hummingbird

Don is a marine

He bivouacs



(Salamander style)

Jeanne is hummingbird

She flutters

Flies forward-reverse

Sonars where to sip the nectar 

Dips her beak 

Carries fecundity to babies

And comfort to the frail

Pads the nest 

Near the bivouac

Grounded in the rough

A tough acclimating forager.

The Meaning of Life


Which hangs first upon my deck?
Wasp trap or hummingbird feeder?
Same red fluid in both……..
Birds eat bugs; God’s the Breeder!

Riddle#35: Love Song


At 6AM , 2 feet away from my recliner, a resident hummingbird calls for a mate. Last Spring, I observed her mother 2 babies in the birdhouse, and she has returned to woo a male. He is not allowed in the nest, as it is small and will be filled with the babies. How quaint!

Love Song

calls for a mate: a
beak lifted
to the sky.
Last spring birthed two babes;
Empty bird house waits.
(a Shadorma)


Hummingbird found something new
Upon my deck today.
Feeder joined with Crazy-glue
From squirrel’s mad foray!

Robins, peckers, finches, doves
Suskines, sparrows flew-
Aghast at squirrel’s leaping loves
Of nuts and seeds and brew.

Squirrel flew and danced and jumped
In whirling desperate view-
His wingless leaps left him dumped
In frenzied Crazy-glue!

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