Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

the lion looks cross,
 but, perhaps, it’s just a mask.
  who knows the lion’s mind?

the pumpkin patch 
 has been harvested:
  orange orbs galore.

sometimes placid as
 a lake; sometimes churning
  like the ocean.

goldenrod field, 
 now subdued, will soon blaze
  in the morning sun.

if your mushroom has
 an eye, it’s time to stop
  eating mushrooms.

wildflowers 
 own the glade
  for a few days.

in commonplace grass:
 a hidden delicacy 
  for tiny birds.

from Chinatown,
 the tallest skyscraper 
  looks puny.

the air is crisp,
 the grass is green:
  autumn begins.

for any deer pair, 
 there’s one cautious,
  & one obstinate.