The king struts proudly And she looks on, unimpressed The queen of the hill King of the Zoo Lionesses hunt Unlike the king of the zoo For pride, not glory Next Stop, Dinner Words and images by Michael J. Hall
For A Whiskered Face
Deep in the velvet where the willows weep, A foggy mirror shows secrets it should keep.The pace slows down to a gentle hum,It's the rhythm of the wood where the shy things come. Oh, the otter pond is a dreaming place, A quiet drink for a whiskered face.Where stale waters stir and creatures creep by,Under... Continue Reading →
Well, way up north where the air gets coldThere's a tale about Christmas that you've never been toldAnd a real famous newt all dressed up in redAnd he spends the whole year peelin' out of his shed It's the li'l red eftOoh, li'l red eftIt's the li'l red eftOoh, li'l red eft AhhhhhhOoooooooMerry Christmas Spotted... Continue Reading →
Before we had begun our trek through the trail of cedar, we had heard rumors and myths of an ancient monster that ruled these forested hills. Some described it as a giant gnarly serpent, while others recounted something like that of a lanky angular dragon. We had been warned to "leave no trace" of our... Continue Reading →
What do snakes, spiders, lizards, cicadas, crabs, dragonflies, humans, and birch trees all have in common? No, they are not ALL creepy - only most of them are. Yes, they are all organic things, but was looking for an answer a little deeper than that. Or actually more superficial. They all have outer layers that... Continue Reading →
Unexpected visit Down the lengthy driveway from my house there is a metal box affixed to a granite post. I wonder if any unexpected surprises from the postal service await me this day. On my route, a strange, but friendly feline saunters up to greet me. Its fur is a mix of grays arranged in... Continue Reading →
Ordinarily this would be an idyllic setting for a rendezvous. Was this female mallard stood-up by her prospective date? Or is she waiting like a traditional sea captain's wife, hopeful for her mate to return home from his long voyage? Or does she already suspect the worst and her low, distinctive quacking will continue to... Continue Reading →
