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.

I saw a man walking
as his cane brushed
against the clean evergreens
and became my bike.

I saw a man walking
and as I nodded to him
my head became his head
and I felt the pain of age.

I saw a man walking
through the forest as
he texted a friend,
tapping his hands on his cane.

I saw a man walking,
tripping, falling, and
felt his pain in my own legs,
and cried at his broken cane.

I saw a boy walking
and the boy paused
as the evergreens brushed his bike.

I saw a boy walking
through the cool green forest,
pausing, texting a friend.

I saw a boy walking
as the cool rain beats down,
soaking his hair and face.

I saw a boy walking
and I remembered the
wet hands were my hands
and the drenched soul was my soul.

I saw myself walking
as the thoughts persisted,
the leaves rustled,
and superfluous technology cracked against rock.

We shall eat cookies
to wash away the sorrow
as the tire swings
over the clear pond.

We shall eat cookies
when the storm is in sight
the foundation is solid,
and the building sturdy.

We shall eat cookies
as the screen door swings
the breeze rolls in
and the sheets are soft.

We shall eat cookies
as the rainbow shines
the day is cool, and the
mountain air carries lilacs.