W203 Poem #11

AHHHH!!   The last assigned poem for the w203 workshop.
(now its re-vision time in prep for the final chapbook :-)

Acrostic Animal Anthology

Branta canadensis

Calling from the sky, a V’s voice comes,
announcing that the chill is on its way.
northern winds blow flocks towards tropical climes,
and the sky’s filled with classic bird shapes
done in the Monet fashion, where
animals are drops of paint.

Godspeed, frequent fliers,
on your journey, and
on the one anon:
soaring free, not thinking
even once of border lines.

 

                            Sciurus niger

                            Foraging for nature’s nuttier kind
                            of meat type food; some to eat, some for
                            xanadu, (a warm place to sleep

                            Serenely through winter’s cold)
                            quick, fur clad battalions
                            investigate the
                            rising tide of leaves,
                            rummaging around in
                            every nook & cranny ‘till,
                            leaping onto the trees, they play.

                                                             Odocoileus virginianus

                                                             While gazing through a pane of melted sand,
                                                             honeysuckles add a splash of green
                                                             into a scene whose colors are
                                                             thinning. Morning’s stillness is
                                                             everywhere, but oH! what’s
                                                             that, moving so slow,
                                                             and blending so well
                                                             in with the barky brown?
                                                             light fills shadow, and i see:

                                                             Does and yearling young ones too, an
                                                             entire family of wilderness
                                                             experts enjoying a berry good meal.
                                                             rightly so, for winter’s not a fast’s break.