When Smoke Gets In Your Eyes

Orange cloud

drifts across the sky,

as ash slowly falls to earth,


like confetti from a parade.




The little spotted ocelot,

living at the zoo,

trotting to and fro,

his path never deviates,

determined to escape his fate.



Breakfast of Champions

Osprey spies,

with his little eye,

a large fish,

swimming along the river,

he swoops,

then soars,

breakfast dangling

from his talons.


Driver’s Ed

Beep! Beep! Beep!

She steered carefully

around passengers,

both hands on the wheel,

she drove with competence,

but the tram remained empty.