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Naturally Optimistic


High living sickens planet atmosphere,

ill winds blow, regular cycles disrupt;

whether or not to worry we debate.

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Muscled politics pound the world’s mosaic,

mortars crumble under booted feet,

military maneuvers capture headlines.

But, at sunrise, birds still cheerfully warble

usual blue sky songs, and wild flowers riot

in demonstrations of compatible diversity.

Amazing industry, but can an ant refuse

to carry crumbs, or march for the colony?

May it choose not to satisfy a sadistic queen?

Carpenter ants ever decide boring wood

is boring? Do argentines long for Argentina?

Do only humans suffer such ideas?

Spiders begin work with a single line,

rhythm and meter weave across space,

silken instinct creates gossamer stanzas.

In my garden, positive actions bloom:

birds pleasantly call, ants tend to business,

and spiders spin hope into their poetry.

Getting through the Night


Beware of near invisible traps

that tie the careless in silken wraps.

Creepy arachnids, agile and spry,

each with a set of eight little eyes.

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Spitting and spinning mouthfuls of bile,

crafty sticky-haired intricate style.

Attraction held in gluey ferment,

life ends in deadly entanglement.

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Moon enhances gossamer shimmer

but on this night without light’s glimmer,

when eyelid clouds over twinkles close,

I lay awake, startled from repose.

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Between my sleep and this unlit scene,

I feel the loss of my slipping dream.

Window opens to black reflection,

the room feels stuffy with oppression.

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Shapeless, nocturnal garden, a feast

for pawed and many antennaed beast.

When I hear a shuffling rustle,

heart pounces with the outside bustle.

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Nails click up, leap to roof from trunks,

I pull covers over my goosebumps.

Lions, skunks, imaginings all kinds

scurry through the burrows of my mind.

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