Linda Studley

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Opening Doors

Opening doors is a risky business.
A certain amount of reflection is required
before throwing open doors and
dashing through them.
Cats know this.
That’s why they linger at open doors,
with last minute thoughts,
pondering the wisdom of crossing
thresholds.

#35

 

Say What?

Bees that buzz and cats that purr
and tiny little hummingbirds
apparently forgot the words
to their respective songs.

Bees drone on as if demented
cats purr to show that they’re contented
hummingbirds hum without relenting
as they fly along.

I wonder what they all would say
if words replaced the noises they
generally make all day
instead of mantra mumblings.

I imagine that the bees
would sound much like Yosemite
Sam, in low obscenities,
growling and grumbling.

The cat, I’m seriously willing to bet,
would chant the language of Tibet,
his Zen-like trance enticing pets
from humans passing by.

And, finally, the little hummer
whose wings beat like a manic drummer
would complain that it’s a bummer
to work so hard to fly.
#233

Excuse Me, Have You Seen My Muse?

Cats have mews
and so do hawks
especially when molting.
Cows have moos,
which, although close,
is poetically revolting.

 

#207

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