Forth

Happy Incendiary Device that Is Not Blowing People Up Day.

Happy Forth of July.

Happy Indigenous People Day.

But earlier in time: Happy Extinct Dinosaur Day.

Remember the Dinosaurs.

The book appeared in my Little Free Library Box. I read about pine siskins today. Mine have left or migrated or something. I miss them, particularly Brave, who would let me stroke him or her.

I am inveigling travel plans, to see an older friend with cancer, this month.

Love to all and be careful with any explosive devices.

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For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: inveigle.

Caged

I was trying to remember the name of this poem the other day. Then I put up the rose picture and remembered. I wrote this in or before 2009.

Caged


She was raised in captivity
Wild one
With her family
They knew the ways
Of the captors
Obedience

The call
Of the wild
Was too strong for her

She strained at the lead
Ears cocked
Hearing
All
And distant calls
Those who were free

She was beaten
Shunned
Thrown in solitary
They told her the rules
Over and over

She fought
Lacerating her captors
And herself

Her family
Wearied
Turned their heads away

Chained
She mourned
Isolated

They didn’t watch her
Closely
Any more

She chewed off her paw
Free

They didn’t notice
She growled
When they came near

They threw the meat
From a distance

Her cubs circled
Behaved
To all appearances

“When, mother?” they whispered

She mourned
As the leg healed
Her gait became stronger

The cubs and she
Ran at night
While others slept

At last she tried once more
Mourned
Howled
Cried to the sky
Grief
Pain
And the call of the wild

The family cringed
Pressed their ears
To stop the noise

She rose
And broke the chain
On the cage
That held them

Howled

They turned away
Cowering
In the familiar

Now she rises
Turns
Trots from the compound
Cubs behind

She sets a steady pace
A loping gallop

They do not look back

Someday
The family may choose
To free themselves

But not now

She follows the voices
To freedom
And the unknown

Yard Art

There is a fabulous garden in Portland, Oregon decorated with bowling balls.

i have decided to decorate with oxygen tanks.

if anyone has any oxygen paraphernalia, I want it, please.

This art installation is titled “Tethered”. Or possibly “Chained.”

my apple tree likes the fence

My wolf river apple tree likes the fence between it and the road.

I took this a few days ago. The tree is preferentially growing toward the fence and the part that is below and behind the fence is in full bloom and gorgeous. The rest of the tree is budding but not in full bloom.

What does it like about the fence? Shelter from the cars in the road? The fence is to the west, so it shouldn’t do much for warmth, but that could be part of it. Maybe it does not like the car exhaust.

Maybe I should extend the fence a little higher in that corner. Just to please my tree….

trees awake

Do you know the round?

Spring would be a dreary season

If twere nothing else but spring

would be a deary season….

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: awakening.