Doo-eee

doo-eee

doo, doo, doo, doo.

Yes, I see you Mrs. Cardinal,

and no, I’m all out of suet.

Being polite to another being.

Being kind without even seeing;

The grass is always greener

somewhere else.

Never fear,

thirteen is here.

You don’t understand

Prime numbers are grand.

“Who died today?”

The choice isn’t ours.

We don’t have a say.

It may be dappled,

but it’s shade.

We now can follow

the plans we’ve made.

Blooms for one day

twenty-four hours;

How can there be such an incredulous variety,

‘tween all the shapes of this verdant society?

As one they fly

where once they were standing.

Redbud revisited in a word puzzle.

The stories he told

with hatch-marks so bold.

He lived a creative existence.

A pile of feathers,

what does it mean?

What happened here

in this curious scene?

Isosceles spikes

showing rain-forest hues

will careen into green

with chlorophyll use.

A word to the wise?

Why do the wise

warrant a word?

For,

in the end,

it's just them

and the air.