Sonnet 1
Panting as the day shines bright and the trees
rustle, running up the sidewalk, sliding,
finding poise, limping home, cookies appease
and not even helpful would be riding.
Laying, breathing, the bed becomes a cloud,
soft under aching bones as sleep arrives.
Waking with a start, it is something loud.
Drifting off, of sleep a backpack deprives.
Noisy annoyances arrest slumber
devices continue incessant blare.
Hours prevented in countless number,
beginning to wish I could truly swear.
Patting my head, the boy walks straight through
while my animal eyes connect like glue.
Sonnet 2
Deer trek throughout the crowded underbrush,
as the distressed call of a hawk sounds out.
Tigers I almost glimpse before the rush;
the lone sound is their mighty, regal bout.
Bubbling, riling, the brook explodes.
Trout hurriedly leap from crossing gazelle
as the hillside very slowly erodes.
In waiting, grizzlies truly excel.
Trapped at the foot of a tree, squirrels tremble
as a coyote’s jaw devours the snack.
Sleep comes as the hunt doth disassemble.
Tree branches fall suddenly with a crack.
With a bang, a body falls, just for sport
the young man said, pulling him to the fort.
Sonnet 3
Long lists compile and CDs doth stack.
A lengthy list of chores rests on my desk.
Computers distract, dogs invite a smack,
and a mocking bird’s song is so grotesque.
A lamp bursts while a clock’s tick don’t cease,
music is disgusting while pencils scratch.
There’s something on my hand, I discern grease;
metal in the dryer doesn’t attach.
An idiot in a car abutting
thinks his radio isn’t loud enough.
Passing through a junction; his car cutting.
Just because he’s a bully, he’s not buff.
Homework done and the idiot disposed,
the wrath is no longer quite so exposed.
