Swiss Cheese

sculptors have been
in the pantry the cheese
all Swiss now

Hearing

nursing her fawn
the doe’s ears detect
the rustling of mice

fox cubs astounded
lightning rips the sky
wonders every day

diligent deer mice
along the train track
harvest the harvest

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silent deer glide
among the willows at the marsh
layers of fog drifting

curious antelope
watch traffic roar by
neighborhood brawl

wings over the pasture
moonlight in the hunter’s eyes
the grasses tremble.

poor old tomcat
vanquished by one younger
slinks home, his ear torn

where bison roamed free
masters of these rolling hills
spring crocus still blooms

field mice scurry over
a hill of harvested grain
abundant blessings