painting fresh

let me wipe your canvas

erasing the previous scribbles

you may once again paint

paint your fresh pictures

your new grace, or roll

on it as you drool

from your soft lips

that have kissed me much

or can i pick the raspberries

from my bush i have grown

before, to me, you were visible

and blow the worms away

henry victor          22.07.2018

    

bird feeder

my new bird feeder, another

avowed addition to my extended solidarity

with the community of winged creatures

had a larger opening at the bottom

for seed to easily slip

soon i realized i made a hole

in my wallet too

i, therefore, covered the gap

with little pebbles to control

the outflow of my loonies

realizing later the very act

of my calculated charity

with all my good intentions

towards my little friends

in fact, i built a solid wall

to shut them out

© henry victor     09.09.2003

the three magpies

 

three magpies, first i thought

invaded my lawn

inhabited usually but now deserted

by those numerous nattering sparrows

the tiny birds i fed

to their full stomach

ungrudgingly with my generosity

i curtailed towards my kith, kin and kind

first i considered the three magpies

as intruders bent to take advantage

of my kindness

declared in my new bird-feeder

but soon as the three ignored

and went past my exhibit

i realized myself a stupid selfish glutton

that wants not to lose my control

© henry victor     15.09.2003