Wondering


I wonder what this year will bring
now that it is nearly Spring
trees all bursting out with leaves
and flowers of every color achieved
everything new and fresh and green
Natures wonders to be seen
a new birth for her every year
to make everything fresh and clear
what about the rest of life
will it bring to me another wife
of one thing I am very sure
no more as wives for me I deplore
three of them I have tried
and none of them could decide
that I was meant to be their mate
which we found out almost too late
that was many years ago
I have lived alone and like it so
with no one telling me what to do
and living my life as they haven’t a clue
of what it is that make me tick
come to that I am not so slick
as often I don’t know which way is up
but I have no wives so I am in luck
I wonder how hot it is going to be
when Summer arrives we shall see
but this is Texas and we all know
that hot it will be as the temperature shows
at least one hundred degrees and more
in the middle of summer the temperature soars
we slap on the cream and put on our hats
and venture out for no bravery we lack
it is a part of everyday life
the heat of the Summer is a part of the strife
that we face from day to day
and on this we can have no say
as Mother Nature is who decides
on the weather and how we live our lives
and she has decided that it is Spring
that we can enjoy as the birds all sing.

Written 3/2/2019





Mother Nature’s Clean Up Crew


"Buzzard"

True to form and almost on schedule,
the buzzards came in to do their general,
clean up work as has been defined,
In the grand scheme of things, nothing left behind,

Mother Natures clean up crew,
know what it is that they must do,
for it is their luck that for this they are chosen,
while for other the more glamorous position.

But of one thing they can be sure in this world,
everything dies, just as life is unfurled,
plenty to eat with each passing death,
of the animal kind which is usually their mind,
but a fish is still food and for them if they find
it replaces the taste of the animal kind.

Who would think that these birds in the sky,
soaring on windlifts and floating on high,
floating without effort it seems,
are really there as a part of the dreams,
of Mother Nature, who in all her ways,
chose buzzards, as her cleaning crew for the day.

What little is left of my beautiful fish,
will be food for animals and insects who wish,
that feel like eating what remains this day,
until all is gone,  as is Nature’s way.

Apologies to the Black Vulture, or Buzzard as it is commonly known.