Battle of ravens
- the gardener called
At our office today with a chest of dead ravens.
Wounds on other parts of the body
Except the head could not be found.
We buried the chest under the parasite tree
It is yellow, bearing another
In a perfectly healthful and flourishing state.
The remarkable flight of crows
Took off from their wire nest,
Flying east by south in perfect silence,
And no apparent diminution of their numbers as time passed on.
Toads repeatedly swallow fire
Do they remember or care about the pain?
Squids of New York
On the ice of post glacial communication.
In the spring there is a sudden uprising of fish.
This is the song of the singing mice:
Do it do wee woo, wee woo.
Last night his song was renewed.
P.S. I have thus far failed to secure
This little rodent musician.