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Bleak Is the Stable


Bleak is the stable and frosty the hay;
The old shepherd’s moaning, “Please go away!
Give me some quiet, for that would be bliss;
Messes annoy me—just look at all this!
Some other farmhand should milk the brown cow,
While I feed the lambs, the calves, and the sow.
Yes, I know my part, I know it right well:
Work is my worship, despite the rank smell.”

 
  

Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Savage Tales

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Seedpod of the nightshade, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 
 


  
~~ 1 ~~
  
a runty spring lamb
falls prey to two hungry wolves—
the blood-spattered snow
  
~~ 2 ~~
  
pressed close together
two siblings tremble with fear—
first storm of winter
  
~~ 3 ~~
  
bitter winter’s night—
she prowls about the hallways
unable to sleep
  
~~ 4 ~~
  
night-blooming jasmine—
inhaling the haunting scent
as we sip our tea
  
~~ 5 ~~
  
winter afternoon—
the first snowflakes remind her
of life’s brevity

 
Haiku © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
  
  
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Insectivores and Such

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Thistle in bloom, Yavapai County, Arizona

 
 

Good morning, dear insectivore,
Are you looking for your lunch?
Crickets, gnats and flies to crunch?
There are tasty ones, I’ve heard, down in Ecuador!
 
Good day to you, dear carnivore,
Will you gobble down the lamb,
Or content yourself with Spam
Eaten with a silver spoon from the oaken floor?
 
Best of times, dear herbivore!
All the plants you suck and chew
Surely will bring luck to you—
Lettuces and succulents, growing near the door!
 
And you, my dearest omnivore,
Surely you crave anything!
In summer, winter, fall or spring
Taking nourishment’s the thing that you most adore!

 

Poem © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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