the reality of spring

blossoming, blooming face to the sky
a new little flower peeks from one eye
dew rests on spider webs strung tree to tree
the birds and the squirrels start a spring jamboree
dancing and chirping and hopping about
young forest creatures poke tiny heads out
the season is fresh having hardly begun
the plants start to wake, to soak up the sun
life in such wood lands has never been better
the animals come out due to warming of weather
the rabbit is quick to gobble the flower
the fox is much quicker, the bunny's devoured
paws pad the ground as he's walking away
chewing contently on freshly killed prey
though one rabbit short, the scene is still lively
frolicking, playing animals praise the day highly
smiles are wide, loud is the laughter
deer play with beaver and mice shortly after
wolves, cats, and foxes have a separate fling
barking and meowing with the new tones of spring
then a shot rings out true, loud and clear
and old Mr. Fox has a hole ear to ear
although once the predator, fox is now dinner
the hungry, armed hunter becomes the winner
he stomps away smug with his furry dead prize
the surviving critters watch with horrified eyes

written sometime near the end of April 2009

We Are Your Future

sunshine.
brilliant, glistening
through the window
stained from phantom rains
it illuminates youthful, blemished
faces.
they bathe in glimmering golden
light.
remember?
look back on all these years
nevermore.
those days will be seldom seen again
but for in the reflection of our childrens' eyes
but for in the silvery mirror of memory.
watch
as the potential swirls into blooming plumes of smoke
drifts away.
take a minute to notice
the expanse of spiderwebbed
scars
slithering up our arms
fingertips to shoulders.
this wonderful, dysfunctional
generation of
wierdos.

written approximately April 8, 2009