May Monday

MAY MONDAY

It being Monday/

I tried to start out right/

Which in my case/

Means wearing white/

I was ambling as per usual/

Practicing a song/

When a flock of snowy egrets/

Happened along/

I could not help but notice/

They were flying low/

And quite leisurely/

(They had nowhere else to go)/

In pairs they flew up to me/

Then quickly swooped away/

Had they met a new Big Bird?

Was my first flight today?

Were the sounds they heard come from me/

Some new mating call?/

Or perhaps/ they had to ask/

Was I no bird at all?

Whatever conclusion/

They may have reached/

I felt Bird World inclusion/

Was very, very sweet

As you'll see from the photos/

I will enclose/

They honored me by staying still/

While I was very close !

© Imo Music 2011 Mill Valley 7:52 AM

May 2, 2011 The Wetlands

MAY 2

In the course of a fever/

I became a believer/

in a fate/ somewhat Bronte-ian/

Would I expire/ with a heart on fire/

Or recover/ to drink coffee from Yemen?

So, I lived to walk out/ and wander about/

Released by CNN/

I wanted to shout/ or at least slurp a stout/

To the end of Osama Bin Laden/

No one was on deck/ news held them in check/

to see one of Springs' sweet traditions

Mom and Pop Goose/

Let their kids on the loose/

Where they now swim without supervision

© Imo Music 2011 10:23 AM

Mill Valley