What it is

June 2010: In a desperate attempt to stave off senility, the monkey began writing a poem a day. By summer's end he'd begun to run out of versified political rants and philosophical bloviations. Then he hit on the improbable idea of writing micro fiction in the form of Elizabethan sonnets. Eureka. The birth of the "Sonnets From Other Lives" series. Two hundred plus lives later, he's still at it.

Monday, August 2, 2010

8/2

the crow commute
commences with
the sun set
west to east
hundreds fly
across the twilight
suburban sky
like silent ghost squadrons
of WWII bombers

.............................................

crow silhouettes--
thousands of them--
swirl on
wild autumn's winds--
a dramatic dance
to their caustic calls
& the exploding fall
of the season's leaves

........................................

crow
on snow
covered fir
limb
watches
silence
settle


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crows attack
who would dare
invade the back
yard--
on guard,
they protest
proximity to nest
in a raucous defense
of domestic
tranquility
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  1. P. A .HofmannAugust 16, 2010 at 4:39 PM

    Spending lots of time on the back porch with the local crows. Dug up some old notes to make it seasonal.

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