the trite the tired

the trite
the tired
the

poorly wired
no place to be
entrenched, entranced
or mired.
or deep in snow...
i do not
know.

a pretty pace

a little step
a pretty pace
a turn to take
not to replace
a moment
missing
a moment
found
in thoughts of
flight
tied to
the
ground.

we want to

we want to run
we want to play
but will we get
a home today.
will you walk by
will you say hi.
if we are shy,
will you still  try.
we just wait
and wait some more.
for someone to open
our cage doors.

the hours pass
it seems like forever
we want a home
it is now or never.
we are bursting with
some much love
to share
will you open your hearts
and homes...
please

someone out
there.

make every day world pangolin day

we are pangolin
endangered,
mystical
magical.
we need you
will you help us
stop others
like you from poaching
and eating us.
we are dying..
will you please keep
trying.

walking garage eagle

i walk fast.
i walk slow.
each step,
sometime
i know
where i
will go.
i cannot go
back,
only foward
avails.
this hard earth before
me
and what life
entails.

little puffs

little puffs
i call your bluff
winter is still here
and i have had
enough.

quietude

we need a moment of quietude
no loud, no nasty,no crude
no rude.
a moment or two of sweet
gentle bliss.
in a world so troubled,
lost
and
amiss.