Summer days are numbered,
I feel it in the air.
The flowers lift their vacant eyes
beneath their tired hair.
The sun that rises further south
and sets just further same,
is just not there as many hours
and nature can’t reclaim.
Thicker fur on kitty cats,
the deer begin to Know,
and gardens find their way to shelves
to ward the coming snow.
I might bethink it sadder still,
death’s Fairchild – winter snow;
just an illusion looking close
as you and I both know.
The Shrimp is a weird sort of creature
that alien look – its best feature;
The legs, there’s five pair,
4 antennae like hair,
solitary-ness much like a preacher.
Appendages all are segmented
You may think he’s disoriented
Swimming backwards he goes
when escaping his foes;
This reaction- is death circumvented.
This crustaceous creature has stalk-eyes.
As a decapod, he’s not in disguise,
as a prawn-(2 less claws)
with a few other flaws,
and his thorax, an edible size.
After peeling the carapace- de”vein.”
From this job you may want to refrain,
if you think it’s a “vein”
then you’re really insane
if I tell you, you may just abstain.
This ditty of Shrimp, so delicious
may have been much too ambitious,
but with strong shrimp cocktail
(horseradish to prevail),
is an alien dish quite auspicious.
The Raven screeches, “No Refuge!”,
and winter blows cold bleakness.
The Hawk dives in for the kill,
as night coats all in dark aloneness.
The Shark shows no mercy to feed himself.
Deep water swirls over, cutting off hope and breath.
The black Snake hisses slander and gossip
to those who feel bloatedly proud to “know”.
The Pharisee executes “judgement!, Shunning!”
Those sticks and stones wound, and kill faith.
The one who causes others to trip and stumble,
t’would be better he have a large millstone around his neck
and be drowned in the depths of the sea.