Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

the one true sun
 rises over the lake;
  imposters abound

a thin band of
 reality erasure,
  haze on the lake.

an orange streak
 burns across the water —
  brightly but briefly

the plucking of
 prickly pears is at risk 
  of being pricked

the moon rises
 above the city.
  expect lunatics!

a walk in the park.
 eyes glued to the rising sun,
  a crow dive-bombs me.

sound in tall grass:
 it’s probably nothing.
  yet, primal fear shot

rose garden.
 last time, decapitated;
  now, in full bloom

a creature unknown
 splashes in the lotus pond —
  kerplunk! kerplunk!

peahen treads softly
to avoid scaring insects.
people plod around,
taking the bird's picture.
the peahen thinks, "Really!"