Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Reprise - With My Long Rodent Teeth

There is always something. There is. It's enough to tire me out. Some mornings it hardly seems worth it to gnaw through the leather straps.

Grumpy Now

You told me to walk
on water, said that happens
when I find center,
lift my feathered wings,
hold my beak just so and slim
down for God's sake, please.

That's when I got grumpy. Hmphf!

Written February 9, 2009 9:47 AM
First Posted August 29, 2009


  1. loved this one.... the image and the biting through the leather straps.... and the poem... all of it!!

  2. I hurt 8/2/11

    With a grimace
    A large grumble
    I stomp my foot
    Don’t wana
    I’m not gona
    Don’t havta
    I lift my face to the sky
    One tear slowly tracing
    Gossamer trail flowing behind
    I’m tired
    Don’t ask this of me
    I hurt

  3. Thank you, Harlequin...

    Hey Ment, that's good work.


The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.

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