Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

the Roller,
when asked its color,
said, "all of them."

butterfly,
at work on a flower.
a bird circles

a weaver
pokes its head from the nest,
looks both ways,
& decides to stay in.
i know the feeling.

Posted on June 22, 2022 by B Gourley

owl sticks its head out,
staring in silent rebuke
as if to say:
"Hey! I'm nocturnal.
What's with all the ruckus?"

Posted on June 18, 2022 by B Gourley

the Golden Pheasant
looks committee assembled...
by first graders

Posted on March 10, 2022 by B Gourley

the falls rumble --
a bird flies overhead,
its song lost

the high tree hawk
scans for prey from lofty heights;
the rat scurries -
unaware of far-flung foes,
but side to wall all the same

hanging off a ledge,
parakeets fall into flight
to their next perch

Posted on June 26, 2021 by B Gourley

a hawk preens --
a break from unflinching
vigilance