Pics from my walk around the yard yesterday. If you click on the captions they should open the pictures in a new window (thanks, Ken!)
Category: fauna
dVerse — meet the bar — Late Summer in West Michigan
kingfishers eat well as ponds shrink and minnows swarm — cicada’s sing duckweed and lotus leaf blankets bob in the wind — turtles sun on logs wrens eat water oats growing amongst late lilies – ants climb sturdy stalks sunset colors leave moonrise against silhouettes – river frog kerplops morning…
dVerse — poetics — Dragonfly Army
Chaotic squadrons of primary-colored, glass-wings reconnaissance before the mower. Flairful acrobatic killer drones with bulb-eyed precision nab mid-flight mosquitoes. On leave, they dust daisies and drink honeydew from ant farms on hollyhock stalks. They bivouac on cattails under luna’s night watchful eyes. Laura Bloomsbury is today’s host at dVerse. Laura says:…
What do you see # 39 — Vermin
Voraciously consuming as much and as quickly as I can. Everything is fair game for my appetite. Regrets? I don’t know the meaning of the word. Me me me; I’m the center of attention, Instinctively and incorrigibly driven to dominate. Never going to stop. One of us will fall. Humans or Earth. Sadje is the…
#Haikai Challenge 147: smoldering [hot] (moyuru) — The sound of heat
Ditches dry, frogs hide; heat sings as cicadas wake – wind sighs through willows. This is a second offering for the prompt, based on another happening this week. Frank J. Tassone is the host of Haikai Challenge. Frank says: This week, write the haikai poem of your choice (haiku, senryu, haibun,…
#Haikai Challenge #146: Buck Moon
Moon’s churned cream glows bright while fireflies and rabbits play; thunder’s promise grows. Grazing bucks nibble clover’s sweet dew as velvet blossoms. Frank J. Tassone is the host of Haikai Challenge. Frank says: The July full moon, the Buck Moon: The next full Moon will occur on Sunday, July 5, 2020, at 12:44AM ET, and is…
#FFFC 72 — A prison first
She walked along the echoing hallways from end to end from the time she woke up and until the time she laid down on her pallet in the great room of the hall. In wintertime the granite floor tiles became blocks of ice. In summertime, she laid her cheeks on their cool surface as relief…
Tao-Talk 