i’ve been more active on my other When Deadlines Become Zombies blog (where i post my more recent thoughts and poems that are not accompanied with photos since i’ve already reached my photo-posting limit there). That blog can be found via the following link: http://zfthrimej.wordpress.com . For anyone who may be interested, check it out.
(perching like creatures with wings and beaks).
receive a stare. A sunset: they share.
loves a patient driver and makes a trip nicer.
knows the answer to “What is it?”
keeps distance from people; they may be evil.
This seagull seems regal, deep and agreeable,
and with waves that amaze: undefeatable.
Also this seagull can seem so peaceful.
Yet it may get medieval (with its beak like a needle).
Pointy like a steeple, this seagull could be lethal.
The tide is on its side; it will not be wheedled.
while sunset’s admired.
Near windshield wiper, a cat spots a driver. What that cat is thinking is not easy to decipher.
In front of windshield (near the steering wheel), a cat keeps it real and also can appeal.
Not only comfortable, but this cat seems loveable, thoughtful, wonderful, and cuddleble.
Mindful like an owl, like a tiger that can growl, hushed like silent vowel, this cat’s resting (before a prowl?).
it’s bigger than one jet.
Calmer than an upset,
its beauty: at least some get.
A place (i more than once met) has a resource that runs wet.
Especially with a sunset, it’s more than a fun trek.
Critters they imitate. Trailing they resonate.