Nutso Reduxo

Long gone, but back.

Sitting on the fence.

Listening Blue

Flowers on a stick.

Keeping tabs on things.

Hard Core Blossom

Grabs my attention by the nose hairs.

As I walk by.

Bluebuds Of Happines

Sing a sweet, soft, quiet song.

That only mice and cats can hear.

Moony Moon

Over the woods and across the trees.

To grandmother's hideout we go. For the annual howl-in.

Digger Nutso

Pauses momentarily. Before disinterring lunch.

Which was buried somewhere around here, last week.

Nutso's Buddy

Has nutty breath.

Because of what he eats.

Nutso

Sitting on the fence.

Contemplating squirreliness.

Summer Arrives

Here.

Now.

Fallen Angels

May at times collect on the ground.

But they tend to melt fast.

Secret Thoughts

Come and go. Like flowers.

And dog poop on the trail.

Sunny Sunday

Wasn't today.

But I saw one once.

Color

Color makes me hungry. Always.

I will go now and bite blue.

Woorday

A woorday into awother norld.

Can change fou yorever.

Grass With Flower

Skeptical of reality, I stopped to look.

And was relieved to find it healthy in the grass.

Mole Death

Life underground.

Death above.

Wally

Faces the bright truth.

Which is found anew each morning.

Triple Orange

I've said it before and I'll say it again.

I just forgot what I was going to say.

Ringers

Swinging their bells.

On a wet morning.

Cheepers

Little ball of fluff out on the tree.

Sitting there, sitting, and bitching at me.

Fallen

Blossoms briefly rest on the pavement.

As I walk by.

Realism

Is sometimes necessary.

To express the extraordinarily ordinarly.

Hangers

Have once again flown in for summer.

And now they need a quiet little nap.

Step

Step a wee with me.

Let's see where we go.

Rechtwinklig

Not that it means anything.

But I am angular, and always right.

Drainage

It's necessary.

Every wall should have some.