Tag: Bosque

On Thin Ice

Timothy Price26 Comments

Loki: “Thin ice my paw! What kind of pawpoorazzi, Tim foolery are you and Jake trying to pull on us?”
Paparazzo: “I see Jake and I can fool some kitties most of the time, but Loki kitty none of the time!”

Spunk holding down Gwendolyn and licking her head.

Spunkriature

Timothy Price45 Comments

Spunk’s and my recent bedtime ritual is doing Spunkriature. Spunk bats at the camera, scratches, growls, and hisses, and then poses nicely for, for instance (il paparazzo has to be quick on the shutter), before he starts grooming himself, between resuming his attacks on il paparazzo for pestering him. Spunkriature is quite exciting and bloody dangerous.

No Timku Tuesday…

Timothy Price26 Comments

…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