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Ken Greenman Poems

108 On the natures of cats

my calico cat cuddled in the corner of the couch, her purring growing stronger with my stroking. Is the glee in the gleam in the eye of the killer the same as the glee in the gleam in the eye … Continue reading

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107 Accident

I killed Bambi last night. The little guy pranced his head into the grill of my VW bug. It was quick. His mother probably watching. Mother definitely was. Nothing I could do: too sudden, other cars, the ditch… Nothing I … Continue reading

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106 by nature

Nature, by nature is subtle. She doesn’t invade, She includes. Sure, She’s a big lady, bust size in the thousands… such emotions! Her snits so savage: hurricane here, earthquake there, volcanos everywhere… but Her pervasive, true self is slow, deliberate. … Continue reading

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105 Impact

Nature knocked me out today with a quick jab and a long roundhouse punch I couldn’t duck. Sitting, this mindless summer morning, staring out this window, when a rabbit stretched across the yard, past cosmos, sunflowers, glads… then, five, maybe … Continue reading

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104 morning song

Morning bird songs don’t hail the sun, they mourn passing night. terror’s revealed in new light rigor’s required for living the day. spear the worm quick! fear the hawk! hide! Mornings bird songs: “Oh! Oh! for the songless darkness passed … Continue reading

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102 – DOVES

The mourning dove is wise to see the morning world and sing his one note: “Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!”

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101 – OWL

The owl’s swiveling head sees soul’s departing and is not wise, but frightened, calling “Who? Who? Who?”

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100 – BLACK-CAPPED CHICKADEE go to #580 for search word topics

Who can not love the chickadee who’s always as happy as he can be…be…be…

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99 – WOODPECKER

Shouldn’t someone tell the red-headed woodpecker that grubs are softer berries better worms are sliced with a shake. Someone tell him (soon, I hope) life is easier you punch-drunk dope without the headache!

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98 – NUTHATCH

the nuthatch chose to see the world from an upside down position… but who’s to say we couldn’t learn with insights from his perception…

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