Mating Rituals — a report

In the first image, a Common Kawasaki Ninjus, female, rests in the shade.

A male, sporting seasonal colors along the shoulders, approaches.

Finally, a yearling catches up to the adults.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hillbilly Haiku

Satellite dishing

reality, hunkered in

a hillside trailer.

 

 

Yellow jonquils bloom,

prettying the front yard from

their commode planter.

 

Overstuffed jaw

holds well-worked tobacco:

chipmonk with a chaw.

 

Chunky concoction,

mealtime nightmare from my youth:

cornbread and clabber.

 

Honking of wild geese:

haunting reminder of the

squawks of an ex-wife.

 

Couch or rocking chair,

practiced lazybones can

wallow in either.

 

On any topic

he speaks with authority

though he knows nothing.

 

The sagging trotline

is signaling a big catch:

prize lunker, or carp?

 

Eenie’s Eats, Teek’s Bar,

Vern’s Bait, Henderlight’s Feed Store —

the cap has to fit.

 

Gray possum splayed

on the highway center line,

not playing this time.

 

Fried bologna, charred,

slapped between white bread slices;

mustard or mayo?