2014 #288

so then the sea eagle Mister Osgood
added to his properly underdressed
and highly gifted puffin
secretary’s quota of wingtip tush pats

as she waddled with her unopened bag
of squid chips and she blushed and tried to conceal
honored pleasures from her superior’s
attentive touch, well she did this as she

made her way to the porthole
from which to watch the suspicious
peninsula not as far away
as these lines might inadvertently lead

perceptions to consider believing.
Sea eagle Mister Osgood gazed,
pulled out a cigar, smiled before
sparking a wood match with his driest nail.

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About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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