These aren’t hawk eyes, but spots on a moth’s wing.
One actor insect disguises itself as a wasp with an ersatz sting.
This serpent’s no coral snake, despite its coloring.
Before I enter the bar, I pocket my ring.
Some deep-sea fish dangle glowing stalks as bait.
A squid squirts ink to cover its escape.
The cuckoo’s eggs are hatched by feathered strangers without complaint.
Foundation hides the blemish on my face.
A puffer fish inflates itself to disguise
the slightness of its girth. Cats’ fur stands on end. Likewise,
a collared lizard’s frill will serve to amplify its size.
A girdle does its best to diminish mine.
A buck shows off its rack while it crosses the glade.
Roosters shriek and swell in a barnyard parade.
Peacocks strut with fans proudly displayed.
An honest man has never gotten laid.
A pitcher plant’s a sweet death trap for flies.
A possum will convince you that it’s died.
A croc looks like a log when it shuts its eyes.
A man may stand for truth, but nature lies.
deep and poetic, well penned.
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ReplyDeleteOur week 41 Theme is: Saints, Monks, and Meditations,
Yet, old poems or poems unrelated to our theme are welcome… ;)
Always, your poetry is sunshine to us!
Looking forward to seeing U on Sunday, 8pm or later.
Stay Blessed,
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the last line is... not quite there yet. or I'm wrong. Good stuff.
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