working on woodsy scenes

the panther our spotlight softly reveals
inherited slink from an ancient
midnight union, so silent
printing techniques come from instinct

that shall never know adulteration;
for viewers eyes roll and whiskers twitch
with a black humor at how a cricket
hiding under an oak fallen long ago

tries to sing a warning to the prey
who is oblivious, prey oblivious
because of a different lineage,
something related to blissful

ignorance shown in the lollygag.
And the creamy lily by the brown
puddle cannot be faulted that it
just happened to grow into one of those

rare creamy lilies who prefers
the light the stars make over the shift
the sun runs; a neighbor locust
chirps will cricket please practice elsewhere


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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