Gutless

An
ALARM goes off in my somewhat
BURLY self, as my long-time ill-treated
COLON cries, ‘Sit down!, take a sombre
PAUSE, and think.’   

Salvation

BOOTH, the founder of the Sally Army, loved a
LUSTY noise, a joyful noise unto the Lord, a
NOISE that roused sinners to seek salvation –
WHINY sinners (or better, winey), with drinkers of beer and spirits too.    

Dinner

EAGLE swimming back to shore,
SLICK feathers unfit for flight.
SOLID plan for dinner turned to miss and splash.
TAKEN in perspective, eagle’s had better days.

WIDER river in spring, boars linger,
AWAIT a moment, await instinct, await daring to
CROSS for better feeding on other side. Will they be
MEATY prey for crocs?

WHINY din of forest, is it all for hunting,
LUSTY… Continue reading Dinner

Waiting

I AWAIT my often-late mate at the
CROSSroads. Above me, a solitary
EAGLE slides skywide spying for
MEATY roadkill. Something
SLICKened or even, on a good day,
SOLID, will do, some poor life traffic-
TAKEN. The eagle rises higher for a
WIDER view.