twilight

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: crepuscule.

Honestly, my brain wants to mix it up with corpuscle. The poet part of my brain wants to play with both words and is thinking about creepy twilight stories more appropriate to next month. With characters wearing crepe, creeping around, carping about corpses. This is sounding more and more like a Charles Addams cartoon.

Rocket’s existential crisis

I did not take this photograph. My son Trey did. This is Rocket, one of his pet rats. Apparently my son had to lie in wait for just the right moment, when Rocket was resting.

Yes, some days feel like this. Lying there, eyes open, hands empty, feet limp, head on a brick…. some days feel like a cage… some days I need a brick….

Alphabeasts

For the Daily Prompt: undulate.

What a wonderful word! My thoughts go naughty… but no, this is mostly G rated, so I am reposting my poem with that word:

Alphabeasts

ambulating antelopes
bellies bearing beer
carrying cantelopes
deride damp deer

elegant elephants
feeling fitly fat
give generous gifts
handing hippos hats

ignorant iguanas
jealously jeer
keen kindly kites
lilting laughing leers

many merry meerkats
nearly never notice
one old orangutanโ€™s
pompous pronouncements

querulous quail
reject reports regarding
shimmering snow snakes
tearing through tunnels

undulating ungulates
veer vivaciously
wondering why whales
xerox xylophones

yellow yaks yell
zip zap zoo!