Dancers with candles are lurking around
Places where mistletoe is to be found,
Hoping their empty lips soon will be kissed,
Fearing their footsteps will turn into mist.
Suddenly sleepy the dancers do swoon,
Not caring at all that it’s only noon.
Could this be deep magic doing its work,
Or am I dreaming like some lonely jerk?
Soon I’ll be nodding, my air will be gone,
And it will be time for me to pass on.
Please don’t forget me when I am no more;
Give heed to my wisdom, this I implore.
Of all I’ve told you, try to remember:
Dance with your candle every December!
More The Whirligig #295
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Geese at Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona
This was on
the Daily Show:
Did you hear the one
about the public defender
who got confused
the wrong thief?
The charges were dropped,
but the thief ended up
as a lonely insomniac.
Which just goes to show,
that even a college-educated person
(I’m thinking of the public defender)
had better remember his (or
her) p’s and q’s
before he (or she) cleanses
(or attempts to cleanse)
the soul of another.
Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona
fawn on the mountain—
hunter hidden in the dark
raises his rifle
~~ ~~ ~~
lonely little fawn
trying to nurse its mother
after the kill shot
~~ ~~ ~~
no boring ending
to the story of the fawn—
a day of vengeance
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Indigo Bush (Psorothamnus fremontii), Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona