From David Lyon and his walking companions August 2009

Rainbow Bullets

Rainbow bullets shower the sky.
Not war, but Lovebirds a-fly.

Sam Feigenbaum

The Civet's Sphincter

The extent of the Civet's sphincter
Was a matter of some surprise
When a look at the Civettry yielded
Turds of considerable size.
For an elegant cat of no 'largeur,
With a sleek and low slung form,
A reasonable cat sized movement
Would be the assumed norm.

When you find one right in the line of march
You hardly believe your eyes,
So you gather around and kick it apart,
With a host of astonished cries
That so huge an evacuation
From a beast of such modest size
Whose iron guts digest anything
And all it can seize is a prize.

Which means that the Civet's sphincter
Is of wholly appropriate size.

David Lyon, Phyllida Hart Davis, Judy James.

The Sly Snake 1

The striped-bellied sand snake
Struck the striped skink
Jaws crunched -
He was dead in a wink.

Phyllida Hart Davis

The Sly Snake 2.

Sleek, sinuous, stripe - bellied
The sand snake struck the skink
Its belly white and malachite
The scales above were pink.
Beneath its bronze and fiery eye,
His hinged jaw did did snap
[ His tail end missing -
From some earlier mishap? ]

First its tail and then a leg,
The unfortunate skink
Surrendered his life with eyes still a blink.
In the context of re-incarnation, I think
I'd rather come back as a snake,
Than a skink!

Judy James, Phyllida Hart Davis

The Sausage Tree's Lament for the Impala

I am the trunk that bears the scars
Of the climbing Leopards powerful claws.

I am the crook that held the kill.
The Antelope felled by the Leopards skill.

I am the bark that is reddened by drips
Of the blood that flows from the Antelopes lips.

I am the branch that the Leopard grips
As he stretches and yawns before he kips.

David Lyon