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Amidst the green leaves aplenty
Angels leave their autographs
Penned with ink from rainbows
Scented with heavenly fragrances
Sweet delicate poetry for the eyes
Displaying beauty beyond imagination
Inviting the fairies to dance in celebration
In a world full of troubles and strife
There will always be flowers
he walked briskly
leaning into the blustery cold wind
his body tensed as the cold penetrated his thin jacket
his face and exposed ears were stinging
his empty stomach growled
more than 2 days since his last meal
but sheltering from the cold was his priority
food would have to come later
the terrain was rough
but he measured every step
an injury could be fatal here
survival requires intense focus
he spotted a structure ahead
visualizing a night of shelter
it was an abandoned shack
part of the roof remained
gathering wood for a fire
nature had preserved a few dry timbers
soon a fire was glowing in a corner
taking care not to burn his numbed limbs
anchor points for a hammock
would keep his body off the cold damp floor
sleep was calling
but his belly ached for food
leaving the fire well stacked
he found a boggy patch of ground nearby
pulling up plants with starchy roots
a simple meal quickly prepared
cold and hunger subsided
he slept soundly
a noise startled him
a black bear lunged toward him
he rolled from the hammock
pulling a knife from his belt
three stabs into the bear’s flesh
saved him from certain death
the bear retreated
remaining still for a moment
adrenalin replaced by intense pain
deep wounds bleeding heavily
cutting down the hammock
wrapping the fabric around his abdomen
securing it with string
blood soaked through
too weak to travel
he had to summon help
building a fire outside
sending up smoke signals
nobody came that day
he stayed up all night
keeping the fire burning
another day of smoke signals
he drifted off late in the afternoon
woken by a helicopter above
a voice told him to lay face down
he was soon handcuffed
airlifted to hospital
with a police guard
patched up and returned to prison
plotting his next escape
Feet are such amazing things
Essential for standing walking or running
Entertain us through sports and ballet
Tirelessly take us on walks
Push pedals around on bike rides
Climb stairs and mountains
Make your car stop and start
Contain 26 bones
Hidden inside a shoe most of the time
Adorned and painted by ladies
A fetish for some
A measuring tool
Vote with them
Leave prints on a beach
Ticklish for some
Essential massage focus for others
Follow a mostly right-side dominance rule
Taken for granted by us most of the time
Thank your feet
Care for them
Fabulous feet
it was a day of contrasts
we spent the afternoon in Ocean City
watching the boats in the White Marlin Open
they leave around 4 am
fishing the canyons 100 miles offshore
returning around 5pm to the crowded harbor
we chatted to a crew having a rest day
learning of their adventures and dreams to win
big crowds gathered for the weigh-in
a 79.5-pound white marlin took the leading spot
happy faces on the angler and the entire crew
if unbeaten it will bring a $1.4M prize
a big reward for a hard day on the water
we came home and relaxed in the pool
playing chill music and floating
it was good to be away from the crowds
I thought about the 400-plus boats out there
being tossed around all-day
hoping to catch the big money fish
but mostly coming back tired and empty-handed
they will probably come back next year and try again
good luck to all who chase their dreams
I floated around sipping a cold beer and briefly thought about fishing for a white marlin
I will never catch a white marlin in my pool
but that’s fine by me
I feel blessed to be living such a great life
my dreams chase me now
Ollie spent the afternoon fishing
he sat in the dead tree with his fish
he kept looking around between bites
almost expecting Vinnie to appear
but Vinnie and his gang never showed up
they had learned their lesson
Ollie chirped in happiness
hoping to attract a mate
no lady ospreys showed up
Ollie sat alone on his perch until sunset
he is the king of the bay
as long as Eddie the eagle stays away
Ollie the osprey was cruising over the bay
soaring high with his eagle-like eyes
he spotted a fish near the surface
dive dive dive and a big splash
he rose up with a nice fish in his claws
Ollie landed on the branch of a tall dead tree
perched on one foot with the fish in his other claw
the fish was still wriggling but his fate was doomed
Ollie spotted Vinnie the Vulture gliding by
Oh no not him thought Ollie
Vinnie circled round a few times and landed near Ollie
Ollie said nothing and spread his wings downward to hide the fish
nice fish you caught there Ollie said Vinnie
bugger off! said Ollie, go find yourself some nasty roadkill to eat
Look said Vinnie, me and the boys can protect you
we will scare all the other ospreys away
so you can have sole rights over fishing in this bay
all you have to do is slip us a fish or two every day
you have been watching too many gangster movies said Ollie
Vinnie decided to turn up the heat
look Ollie, we know your favorite roosting places
we can have our cousins fly over and fill them up
either you cooperate or you will have nowhere to roost around here
Ollie started to laugh, I am not scared of you or your stupid cousins
Vinnie hopped down closer and made a lunge for Ollie’s fish
Ollie rolled away and took off holding his fish tightly
Vinnie stayed on the branch and shrugged
I guess I won’t be eating his fish today
Ollie circled back and soared over the dead tree
Vinnie looked up and assumed he had a change of mind
perhaps he was coming back to give up his fish
Ollie swooped down low over the tree
he did not land but instead made a low fly-by
with perfect timing, he pooped on Vinnie’s head
Vinnie winced and flew away screaming Mommy!
look what Ollie just did to me!
Ollie came back to the tree and landed
he finished his fish with a huge grin
Vinnie and his gang never bothered Ollie again
Cheeky Monkey Poetry 