Whitman’s Thrush

THIRD rock from the sun, zoomed in on wetlands,
SLIMY, ooze and muck richly specied.
SUNNY days, binoculars out, this kingdom might be
AVIAN: kingfishers dive, while Whitman’s thrush warbles.

Abduction from the Seraglio

CLACK! Belmonte and Pedrillo freeze so still as ladder clatters:
CRIME, if they are caught, cannot express how severe the indictment.
GENRE? Singspiel, opera, or proto-musical, if it matters.
HAREM, awful fate! Free Constanze and Blonde from this enfrightment.