Container gardening....

                  #270

              Fresh Fruit

Fig tree grows in a garbage can,

Grows as well as a fig tree can,

Forced to grow in a garbage can.

 

Jesus wouldn't dare curse this tree,

As loaded with figs as a tree can be,

Unless of course there's something else to see,

Hidden within this bountiful tree. 

Zen: A riot of Angels...

                #265

            Impossibilities?

I know the sound of one hand clapping,

Heard the toll of the wooden bell;

I've even heard the cries of the damned,

As I journeyed round the circles of Hell.

 

What I've never heard,

No matter how quiet,

Is the beat of the wings

Of an angelic riot. 

Sometimes I wonder...

                      #264

                      What?

The amphibrach, a simple creature,

Makes himself known by a single feature:

He leaves no track,

He's short in front, short in back,

And very long in the middle.

His life, you might say, is a riddle.

Pet Adventures: Our Dog, Frollie

                #260

           Where They Go

The squirrel raced down the boardwalk,

Our dog hot on its tail;

The squirrel leaped into the crabapple tree,

Thus the run to "No Avail."

 

Each day the race plays several times;

Each time the squirrels escape.

Just once I'd like to see our dog

Grab the squirrel by its scruffy brown nape!