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Bunnies Times Two

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I

Stretch up

To the sky

So I can reach

Something good to eat.

This green thing looks okay.

It’s not what I’d like, but it

Will have to do because I am

So very hungry and I don’t see

Anything else the lady has put out.

It’s raining and I have to wonder why

This lady has a camera on me.

Doesn’t she have anything else

To do with her time than click

At me when I’m hiding

Here beneath this bush,

Trying to stay

Oh so dry

In the

Rain?

 

Note: Poetry form is Double Etheree.

And the Rain Falls

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If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water. ~Loren Eiseley, American anthropologist, writer, and educator

Days upon days of rain
Drenching the ground below.
Keeping us sheltered at home
While Nature continues to grow.

It’s really too cool to garden,
Too wet to dig in the dirt.
My world has become an emerald,
My attire: jeans and T-shirt.

Hang on, people, hang on!
This, too, one day will pass.
Life will acquire a new normal;
Sun will shine on the glass.

It’s easy to drift into sadness
We’re all missing so much.
Perhaps it’s good for the world
To pause from our human touch.

We’re on a maiden voyage,
Fording an unknown sea.
Wading in deepening waters
From which we cannot flee.

Hold on, people, hold on!
It’s easier to smile than frown.
Refuse to add to the misery
Be kind during this slowdown.

Note: I think this poetry form is called Iambic Trimeter. It has three iambs per line. (Of course, if you know otherwise, please educate me!)

A Rainy Saturday

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The best thing one can do when it’s raining is to let it rain. ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, American poet

Cold and rainy day

Good for cleaning out closets

Or taking a nap.

 

Note: No, I didn’t take a snooze. In fact, I was a whirling tornado, tackling some cleaning chores too long put off. I cleared away clutter; made stacks to be shredded, stacks to donate to charity, and stacks to be trashed; and I used Monday morning to parcel out my handiwork. I can see this is the tip of the iceberg, but already I feel amazingly free! Eliminating clutter is one of the principles of Feng Shui (the Chinese art of placement to harmonize individuals with their environment).

It’s an Irish Thing!

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Dallas here.

Mama’s up to her ears working on a short story this afternoon, so I’m commandeering her blog again. You other doggins out there should give it a try! Why should our moms have all the fun??

Anyway, I think mama told you we had a LOT of rain here. More than six inches this month already!

Needless to say, with all that water — and the resulting flooding — the lawn guy hasn’t been able to get here to mow my back yard.

Mama says I’m knee-deep in grass when I go out to investigate and do my “business.”

This morning, I noticed my grass was shorter. That yard man came on Saturday, and nobody bothered to tell me.

How do they expect me to be a watch-dog if they don’t let me know when strangers are coming to prowl around my house?!?

So Mama turned me out, I checked things over for her, saw it was all good, and came right back in for my cookie.

When she started laughing and pointed her camera in my direction, I gave her this look:

What's so funny, Mama??

What’s so funny, Mama??

Guess you don’t see it either. How ’bout a closeup?

I've got green feeties!!

I’ve got green feeties!!

I can assure you, Mama was NOT trying to dye me like her friend Katybeth dyes Rascal! Though Rascal seems to enjoy it (probably a girl-thing, huh?!)

Now me, Mama, and the Domer all have green “shoes.” Just one big happy Irish family.

Too bad St. Paddy’s Day has already passed!