dVerse — Poetics — The Migration Habits of Snow Geese

When at last an ache of joint-swelling freeze crosses the line,I shall fly as the snow goose, to warm, moist watery climesthen bow my weary head in grizzled grey grace to the sun.I’ll waddle muck, then float, weightless on duckweed ponds.I’ll enjoy each still dawn and sunset with other snowbirds,creaks drowned with soothing menageries’ rise…

#FF — The Stowaway

PHOTO PROMPT © Alicia Jamtaas She broke off a stem of herself and stowed it away on the ship before it left Yautja Prime. She’d learned about secret hunting trips by the elite on a planet described as lush, green, and full of game. The rumbling landing gear activated her from dormancy and she slipped…

dVerse — Haibun 96 — Eagle-Eyes

  Not in the present tense and not experienced by me, but still relevant to the prompt, it is about an event that happened with Bob, my ex-boyfriend, and Chauncey, our Boston Terrier, on our sailboat a few years ago. Bob had buoyed offshore in the inland lake we live near. He noticed a bald…

dVerse — Poetics 435 — The Band, In Concert

  It’s the beginning of January and in the middle of the night, when all is still except for the low chatter coming from the latest netflix episode from the latest series. One cat sleeps on my lap and one cat sleeps under my right arm on the couch, warm and dreaming of hunts in…

dVerse — Poetics 432 — Squirrel Hunting in the Mountains

Armed with a Canon’s telefoto,sturdy-soled hikers, and a canteenI march forward, led by sun-crackledcottonwood and half-ground beech.Squirrel hunting in the mountainsmeans tracking under treelines,craning for oak-nestand pine-needled apples.Mid-winter Sol stirs their bellies;groggy they crawl, head first.Aboriginal-headed, the many-pelted,silvered, burnt-oranged, blackedcoat warms me, but wool worksas I trudge white tracks backto build a mighty slide show….

dVerse — 3 little words — The Feeder

She feeds them in a quiet place Where willows droop; they know her face. Her pail with net, cracked corn, sharp spear; Unsensed the trap, fins swim sans fear. Death strung on lace. Her zinnias smile when she returns, Their hungry sway in copper urns, The roses arch with ruby grace In trellised dance; they…

#Haikai Challenge #159/#160: Fall Foliage/Goose (Kari) — winged company

They waddle cushioned green feedbeds, nibbling new shootsin crisp autumn air. They rise as one, one pink dawn,Wings in formation, on the way…     The Aleutian Canada Goose is mostly a herbivore, and is a primary consumer. They eat: grasses, berries, sedges, aquatic vegetation, legumes, succulents, clover, cultivated grains, corn, wheat, barley, soybean, and…