There once was a land crab named Bligh
Who’s demeanor was naturally shy
He would hide in his hole
Acting more like a mole
Than a cantankerously snappish guy
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #322: Landscapes.
Now the oldest generation
I hear the umpire call
“Batter up”
In response to patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #260: Future
While working from home
Can’t hear myself think
Distracted by the rhythm
Of my neighbors banging
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #269: Perpendicular
Wayward boats
Finding new homes in the storm
Serendipitous moorings
Stiff wind surrounds
A buzz of chainsaws
Autumn in Florida
In between wind gusts
A tree frog
Sings
Out of the brine,
the earliest seems so other
Ordovician beauty lies
in the eyes of the beholder
Is it desire or rote primitive urges
that keep this living relic
part of our current web
To be reborn,
as the 450 million year old villain
of our motion picture nightmares
And what do they see of us
do we appear as angels or incubus?
After all,
We crawled out of the ocean too
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #228: Otherness
There once was a duck named L’Orange
Who was particularly fond of borage
A trap we did lay
Now his name is Pâté
And we raise a glass in homage
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #209: Orange
Rhythmic
Roaring pierces
Sweltering summer air
Bitsy frog slyly smiles
Rrrrribbit
In response to the prompt Hidden Treasures @fromthe lighthouse
Dancing Echoes 
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