A still morning calm

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A still morning calm
birds are singing
The sun peeks over the horizon
A gentle pink in the skies
The world slowly awakes to the melody in the air
An orchestra of birds singing as one
Eagerly awaiting the new day

Meanwhile humans are waking up

None of them are singing

Most are oblivious to the dawn chorus outside

As they reach for their smartphones

To escape into a virtual world

The birds are still singing

As the human chorus erupts

Clicks pings and tweets fill their air

Earbuds shut out the real world

Human speech is dying forgotten skill

As thumbs spell out texts and posts

The birds keep singing

Nature has no need for social media 

war of the skies

The wind roared fiercer than a lion’s breath

Trees gave up branches as sacrificial offerings

Buildings stood firm in bold defiance 

Battered by the artillery fire of flying debris 

The angry raging sea of the skies ran amok

Flipping over vehicles like jettisoned toys

Once manicured lands became a bloody battlefield

Nature had declared war on a defenseless foe

Wherever you are today, take a few moments to ponder why still air molecules can taste so sweet yet, when nature commands, they will obediently run around looking for trouble like a gang of marauding hooligans. Technology has transformed our daily lives but we have no control over the weather.  

only on a few days each year

we decorated a vase with a branch

added a few feathers some moss and greenery

it sits in a corner of the house

illuminated at night with uplighting

the rough bark texture is stunning

contrasting the adjacent smooth walls and windows

it explodes with color on a few days each year

when the rising sun shines through and east window

bathing the sculpture in bright orange light

the spectacle only lasts a few minutes

turning it into a blazing orange torch

reminding me that the branch was once on a living tree

that rose up and grew fed by sunlight

sunlight and dead branch briefly reunited

their combined beauty is breathtaking but short lived

well worth getting up early to witness

Ollie and Vinnie – part 2

Ollie

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 and Vinnie

osprey shielding a fish from a vulture

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

kayaker with a purpose

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Kayak glides gracefully

Over still waters

Wandering and exploring

Blending into nature

Stealthy expert paddling 

Making no sounds

Swan like grace

Ballerina on water

Still morning beauty

Birdsongs fill air

Kayaker pushes on

Perfect paddling rhythm

Animals are spellbound

Kayaker looks innocuous

Overgrown river bank

Deer cautiously drinking

Kayaker stops paddling

Lifts a bow

Arrow rapidly fired

Deer takes hit

Deer takes flight 

Kayaker walks inland

Following blood trail

Drags deer back

Package from kayak

Inflated in seconds

Deer on raft

Towed behind kayak

Blood stains river

Hunter paddles home

Peaceful scenes over

Kayaking ballerina killer

Cape Cod Colosseum

it was a warm summer day on Cape Cod

I decided to eat my chicken salad lunch outside

looking out from the porch 

the beautiful garden full of flowers attracted many butterflies

they danced in the still air with playful abandon

bunny rabbits wandered across the well manicured lawn

birds were singing their happy songs

the voices of children playing emerged from the beach below

boaters were preparing to set off for a day of fun

ospreys gracefully soaring above in the breeze

I took a deep breath and marveled at the beauty of it all

everything in perfect harmony full of peace and joy

but all was not what it seemed

an osprey went into a dive and crashed into the calm water

flying high with a wriggling fish in his talons

suddenly a blackbird gave chase to a butterfly

the brief dogfight ensued around the bushes

victorious blackbird emerging with the butterfly in his beak

a prancing fox stealthily crept towards an unsuspecting bunny

his final steps were a leap skyward landing directly on top of the little rabbit

Mr. fox strutted away to consume his lunch in private

plants could not escape these relentless attacks

insects bored into trunks and munched on leaves

creeping vines smothered growing plants

while fungi and blight attacked others

out in the bay the small fish lived in constant fear

hiding in the shallows from their hungry big neighbors

nature is a battlefield where the war never stops

everything is prey for something else

almost every meal spells death for some creature or plant

there are no ceasefires or negotiated peace agreements in nature

the food chain grinds on relentlessly

thankfully I am fortunate to live at the top of the food chain

I sat on the porch like a Roman emperor

overlooking nature’s gladiators battling in the Cape Cod Colosseum before me

watching spilled blood in the garden and in the bay

while trying to convince myself that this was all so beautiful

as I ate my supermarket bought lunch of harvested plants and animals 

it was a warm summer day on Cape Cod

Food chain

I chased a fly off my plate

wishing him an unpleasant fate 

oh tiny spider running by

spin your web to catch that pesky fly

pretty little bird eats that spider

she cannot escape when she is inside ya

stealthy fox approaches with zeal

now the bird is his next meal

the fox moves on with a strut so regal

suddenly he is grabbed by a passing eagle

this tale must end here according to the editor

because an eagle has no natural predator

Seahorses

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I wonder if seahorses see horses

do horses see the sea

I can see seahorses in the sea

but can they see me

I saw dolphins in the bay

playing like children in the street

chasing and leaping with joy

but did they see me

I catch frogs in the swimming pool

they try to escape my net

why do they come back daily

perhaps just to see me

I gaze at majestic trees in the woods

arms spread wide

green leaves soaking up the sun

they smile back at me

I study the clouds

shaped by water and winds

sailing along like viking ships

their crews are staring down on me

I peer into the mirror

searching for my mind’s eye

wanting to find the image of a thought

but nobody looks back at me