tawny

Watched our local
perch on the pergola
locate a cicada
singing close by,
drop to the ground
and pluck the cicada
returning to pergola
to gulp it whole.

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If I gave you the gift of a gif would you give a gif to me?
You could give me a gif for a gift if I gave you a gif gift too.
If it's OK for a gif giver to give gifs for gifts, could I get a gif gift delivered?
Maybe I should just get a jpeg instead.

haiku sonnet

screen-free Sunday visit
to Escher exhibit
claustrophobia

sourdough and cantelope
by the floral clock
loyal duck, cheeky duck

cats torment mouse
Rosa on the back step crying
bolognese for tea

dandelions
the poems I have missed
paying attention to signs

groups of tiny fimo creatures
Djokovic beats Nadal on TV

haiku

Soda bulb
Cigarette butt
Red Bull
Cicada, where's the 64?

sonnet

Where do you time the simile
does it pop up at the start of the poem
I can hear a bird singing like
a bird at midday alone

Or midway through
a stanza or two down
like now, the like saying to your listener
you are about to get a comparison
which feels like the feeling you get when the light
turns green to yellow
you are about to get a red
either stop now or push the foot down and plough through.

The last line simile has a distinct tone
like a smell

The Blob

Although the Russians were never coming
The Blob is an omen still.
Aided by automobiles, CO₂ saves the day.
With the cooperation of the Arctic
the blob is locked away - like methane
bubbles in permafrost the sequel
is being released as we speak.
See also The Thing. This spoiler alert
brought to you by a lukewarm
Steve McQueen as Steve, teenage coal-mine
canary in an English mustard cardigan
not yet grown into his eyebrows,
holding his old man for the camera
in Big Sur, famous grape jelly
coming through the ventilation grill.
He wanted nothing to do with the inevitable
Son of Blob. He said he'd rather burn in Hell.