Kitty Pretzel
Category: landscapes
Ralph & Herbie* Coyotes
Twilight
Herbie: “Hey Ralph! let’s see if we can find some kitty!”
Ralph: “I have some business to attent to first!
Herbie: “What do you mean, ‘Business to attend to?'”
Ralph: “I have to go ‘potty’ as the human’s say!”
Herbie: “Oh wow man! OK! Hurry up.”
Ralph: “Hey Herbie! Check it out, man! It’s a real masterpiece!”
Herbie: “Hey Ralph! Quit kicking dirt in my face!”
Ralph: “Hahahaha! Eat my dust, Herbie!”
*Reminiscent of Cheech & Chong’s “Ralph & Herbie” on their “Big Bambú” albumn, 1972.
Spunk: “You and the coyotes have gone too far with that crappy ripoff from Cheech & Chong. Those coyotes are uncreative, creepy characters with nothing but kitties on their twisted little minds. And you! You’re a sicko, pathetic, perverted paparazzo! I’m so embarrassed I’m crawling into a bean sack so I don’t have to look at you!”
Jake: “I think Ralph and Herbie are hilarious. I love crappy, mucus humor! You’re just an old sourpuss, Spunk! Lighten up a little and enjoy some lo-fi canine humor!”
Spunk: “At least my masterpieces are really Art! Unlike Ralph’s crap.”
Gwendolyn: “Hey, Spunk! Remember that I contributed to your latest masterpiece.”
Dusk
Icy
Ice on the river’s edge this morning.
Scoopy rolled over
A different view of the Rio Grande
Kitty intermission
Canadian Geese taking off before sunrise
Sunset
Dusk
Something’s Afoot
“?????”
Color Overload
Twilight
Moon shining like a star
Jupiter in the tree. Pollux and Castor above.
Rogue Ameba
No Timku Tuesday…
…just a plain poem
Out in darkness, 6 AM
Bright stars shine like twilight’s frost
Shadows move among the trees
Down paths familiar all looks the same
Until a wormhole opens
Do we dare pass through?
Unfamiliar paths winds through broken branches
Grabbing clothes, scratching skin
Elms felled by beavers block the way
Another trail, a tale be told
Finding cranes in all the new places
Shallows wrapped by misty spaces
Path splits! Why? Indicision’s wrath
Left or right? Which one to take
Will one or the other lead to Destiny or Doom?
Tree lies along the trail with a broken back
Sinuous tree, sympathetic, perhaps, lies on the other side
How many feet pass by?
Fog rises off the river
Cranes stand together like Hydra in the mist
Rolling through the tangled trees and brush
Fog consumes the bosque
Rising sun tries to vanquish mist
A hard battle fought
Sunrise overcomes fog’s faux-iron grip
Long beams light crane’s field
Happy to be set free
Dusk
Mountain Of Cat
Dawn
Savanha Silver, Genda of the Graben, Spunk Peak, Marble of the Malpaís
Gwendolyn of the Gulch
Sandhill Sasha
Confluence of cats over a corrie of queso
Just Beeing
Sunset
Wind, Rain, Color
The neighbor’s tree arcing in the powerlines looked a little like the full moon behind Resa’s Tree.
Fluffy clouds between storms
Spunk had to hit the cheese this morning after being up most of the night watching and growling at the buzzing, popping, and flashes from the tree branches arcing in the powerlines.
Spunk between arcs and reacting to the arcs
