every nine minutes

most people try to recycle

carefully putting their plastic waste in a container

having it hauled off every week for recycling

they probably believe they are saving the planet

but are most likely unaware of the the real facts

plastic trash gets sorted for recycling

less than ten percent is actually recycled

which leaves more than ninety percent to be disposed

some of it goes into landfills

some gets shipped to other countries for who knows what

a lot finds its way into the oceans

a blue whale size amount of plastic waste

is dumped into the oceans every nine minutes

that is one hundred and sixty plastic blue whales every day

fifty eight thousand blue plastic whales every year

five million blue plastic whales in your lifetime

recycling is not the answer

we have to stop using so much plastic

governments must act

industry must develop alternatives

to stop dumping a blue whale size amount of plastic into the oceans

every nine minutes

Gerry the crow*

my name is Gerry and I am a crow 

we are members of the corvid family

my cousins are ravens jays and magpies 

us crows are very intelligent birds

smarter than some primates

probably smarter than a lot of humans

if you see us all falling about laughing

its probably over the dumb antics of a human 

we do get a bad rap from other birds

I admit that we occasionally steal their eggs 

but they always lay plenty more

to be sure their own species survives

crows are despised by humans

they use our name to insult women

we crows are much more civilized

I married Dahlia three years ago

I would never stoop so low to call her an old human

we are a devoted couple and will stay together for life

unlike other birds who are polygamous

you will never see a crow at a bird swapping party

why do so many humans cheat on their partners

no wonder almost half human marriages end in divorce

we crows are civilized and live together in a family group

our sentries keep a lookout for owls and hawks

humans call a group of crows a murder

another example of how rude they can be

we crows use tools to get food

dropping hard shells onto rocks for example

some humans cannot even open a can of beans

humans are so wasteful with their food

we know how to open trashcans to get their leftovers

our ancestors were persecuted by humans

they tried to shoot us all to extinction

crows would never participate in such ethnic cleansing

we got smart and moved to the cities and suburbs

nobody shoots crows in urban areas

we often witness humans shooting each other though

Rock on

I like rocks

they are good to hold

rough ones are originals

bits of broken mountain

carried around by ice age glaciers

abandoned when the glaciers melted

buried in soil for thousands of years

a time capsule waiting for you

collect enough and you could 

rebuild that old mountain

smooth ones have been shaped

by centuries of tumbling in rivers

pick one up and examine it

feel the history in your hands

telling stories to your fingers

put it to your ear

listen to that ancient music

of roaring rivers and babbling brooks

collect a bunch of them

listen to them all together

have a rock concert

The amorous owl*

darkness shrouds the bay late evening

the marsh settles down to sleep

intense blackness amplifies every sound

footsteps of a deer leaving the forest

seeking out green pastures to graze

birds have settled down to roost

small mammals find shelter and rest

raccoons come out to play in gangs

looking for mischief like unruly teenagers

suddenly an owl hoots

hoot hoot

deadly silence follows his call

potential prey seek deeper cover

fearing this nocturnal hunter may attack

the raccoons briefly pause

they know an owl can take them down

the owl hoots again

hoot hoot

a second owl answers his call

hoot hoot 

hoot hoot

She is saying I am over here

I am coming to visit you he hoots

hoot hoot

hoot hoot

the raccoons burst into laughter

fits of raccoon giggles over amorous owls

Suddenly the owl swoops by

raccoons all run for cover in panic

the owl flies on towards his mate

he knows he can find food later

he has other plans right now

deer continue nocturnal grazing totally unabashed

hoot hoot

hoot hoot

the delinquent raccoon gangs decide to call it a night

Silent Moon

I woke up in the middle of the night

no recollection of a bad dream 

no restless thoughts filled my head

not woken by a storm or a strange noise

I was simply wide awake and at peace with all

soft moonlight spilled through a crack in the curtains

something urged me to step outside and explore the night

the back door creaked like the reluctant bones of an old man

cool intoxicating night air filled my lungs

I held my breath for an eternity

fearing that I might wake up sleepwalking

I pinched myself to verify I was truly awake

the golden moon was low on the horizon

silently conducting his nocturnal orchestra

a light breeze propelled invisible dancers across the sky 

rustling leaves provided a choral backdrop

a flute soloist floated aimlessly down the the creek

twinkling stars plucked the harpsichord strings

wispy clouds played violins as they drifted across the moon  

a solitary owl performed a horn solo

the flock of geese joined in with their clarinets

bass drums from a startled deer crashing through the forest

playful mice pianists tickled the ivories 

beautiful calming sounds filled my ears

the entire orchestra fixed their gaze upon the conducting moon

waiting for his signal to play their piece

adjusting the tempo at his command

throughout the performance the moon remained silent

no need to express his thoughts 

his orchestra said it all

Trees are not PC

they say that palm trees are not really trees

without bark or growth rings they are not real trees

palm trees are apparently a type of grass

one that its really hard to trim with a lawn mower

palm trees can live for hundreds of years

I wonder if other grasses can live so long

who will be mowing my lawn in 2519

probably some kind of robotic device

while the householder mines old youtube archives

laughing at me pushing a lawnmower around 

I wonder where palm trees go when they get really old

no need to retire to a tropical place when you already live there

do real trees look down on palm trees

calling them names like fake trees

yelling things like show us your growth rings

the palm trees start shouting back

you trees have a cold wooden heart 

you are all jealous because we make the coconuts

I think its starting to make sense now

real trees grow in communities called forests

palm trees grow side by side in clumps

the two groups rarely mix together

because they just cannot get along

trees can be so politically incorrect

perhaps we should force them to change

by building communities of mixed palm and real trees

lecturing them on diversity and tolerance

forcing them to hold democratic elections

punishing the badly behaved ones

with public executions by chain saw

will these experimental communities thrive for hundreds of years

most likely nature will just take over after the human species becomes extinct

future palm trees will still grow in the tropics

real trees will still make fun of their grassy neighbors

Walloon Lake waves

Walloon Lake

Calm clear water

Soft sandy bottom

Summer residences adorn the hillsides

Piers and jetties decorate the banks

A boating paradise

Some come to sail

Kayaks paddle in silence

The more athletic ski and wakeboard

Party barges full of happy people

Each passing boat carves a path

Through the calm waters of Walloon Lake

On a beautiful July evening

Leaving a trailing wake

Waves travel to the shore

Waves kiss the bank softly

Rhythmic lapping waves

Gentle soothing waves

Waves of summer fun

Waves that embrace your soul

Memorable waves

Slowly fading waves

Walloon Lake waves 

Carry it well

On this beautiful day

The sun came up

Orange rays of light painted the clouds

Birds lined up to watch

A light breeze gifted playful ripples on the bay

The low sun lit up the ripples with flashes of white light

The fairies were dancing on the water again

Relaxing music filled our home

We prepared our minds and bodies for a day of challenges 

Tapping into the positive energy of the sunrise

Giving thanks for being healthy in both body and mind

Wondering why the same world can be so different for others

Thinking back to my time as a first responder

Remembering the day we rescued a 19 year old girl from a heroin overdose

Her heroin addict roommate had raised the alarm

She had stopped breathing when we arrived

We brought her back to life with drugs and oxygen

She had just been released from rehab

Her world was cheap hotels and selling her body for drugs

She probably overdosed again

One day the sun will rise after she had taken her last breath

Gentle music will be filling our home when the hotel housemaid discovers her dead

The fairies will dance on the bay during her autopsy

Birds will sing while her parents grieve at her funeral

We all share the same light from the sun

I choose to see the beauty it brings

Unfortunately some are unable to see what I see

Either through bad fortune or bad decisions

They see a world full of struggle and despair 

The non-judgmental sun comes up every morning 

He brings you your light

Carry it well

Frogtastic

finally the storm passed

the tree frogs were barking

the sound was very frogtertaining

calling to one another in a frogfare

checking to see if anyfrogbody is missing

or froginjured when frogblown from a tree

they were all froghopping about

assembling a frog search party

what a frogtatsic gesture

by a very frogneighborly group

something frogunusual occurred

a froguement broke out

it got very frogolitical

some were being downright frogobnoxious

others became incredibly frogbarrassed

the frog leader took frogcontrol

with a frogmendous speech

he was frogadamnet

pulled them all tofrogether

labeling the frogopposites as frogrotesque

said they need to be more frogmanimus

the frogbarking continued

in total frogharmony

it was frogmazing

My waterfall

Waterfall to me does call

Liquid music fills my ears

Constantly flowing fluid soothes the soul

But slowed down to a drip it’s just torture

Rain beats a gentle rhythm on the window pane

Hail stones clatter into the glass like a tin of rusty nails

Gently freezing fluid in the clouds makes falling snowflakes

Gliding down slowly and softly kissing the ground

Snow piles up and covers everything in silence

My waterfall is frozen and muted

Warm sun starts the thaw with a torturing drip drip drip

Soon the drips speed up and my waterfall is calling me again