A Winter Buffet
January day
not a leaf left
on this skeleton
tree teeming
with sparrows
chirping and hopping
branch to branch
waiting for the deck
feeder to be free of
cardinals and jays
bickering for seed
while on the floor
four doves
stroll in silence
feasting on spilled
seed near the railing
where a fat squirrel
sits with its tail high
in a question mark
ready to dive
and scatter them all
Daughter They Dote On
Gallivanting again
she’s now 33
where she goes
ever a mystery
Her parents bewildered
are ill and retired
they watch her kids
seven so far
quints and twins
sires unknown
this time it's Nome
the twins were told
to meet her soulmate
found on the web
she was a nun once
cloistered in Rome.
Danny the Pruner
Danny the pruner
fell out of a tree
bounced only once
lay in a lump for
gapers to see
a lover was Danny
renowned in the city
the ladies confirmed
two men and a gurney
swept him away
spoke not a word
till he woke in hell
yelled at the devils
dancing in circles
chanting with glee
a litany of names
of other men’s wives
told Danny he'd soon
have horns of his own
no chance to flee.
Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, Missouri.
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