MIDNIGHT POETRY -‘The Hungry Stork’

body of an angel
wings dark feathers
time to pursue
vegan leathers

off the high horse
out with charts
stop the bets
have the smarts

steadfast approach
change of seasons
eating flesh
has no reasons

who keeps pets
in their house
a comfy bed
next to the spouse

what’s for dinner
they do ask
prep some chook
put on the mask

one is poultry
one is a pet
one we pay for
to see the vet

so blindfolded
we often are
our habits
rather bizarre

time to wake up
to get real
all past dramas
we can heal

next time we expect
an incoming stork
let’s prepare it for
dishes eaten by
a fork

MIDNIGHT POETRY – “Turkey’s Delight”

Idly doodling and about life brooding
The cat has been fed the duck needs new bed
Movement of crisp air blowing through the door
Thanksgiving turkey almost on its last legs


The oven is hot and dry ready for this autumn high
Cranberries smashed for juice giving out silent clues
Pecans and pumpkin praised for a healthy choice
Sweetness and delight in the crust of the pie


The flickering candle lit in memory of the motionless bird
Bread pudding tastelessly smashed into its empty entrails
Now the oven is nicely hot ready to receive the visitor’s body
Table gets laid in anticipation by the hungry eyes of a carnivore


Blessed be our lifestyle choices when we listen to animal voices
Seeing past differences viewing the spec of life inside each being
Creations by the Grand Master breathing into each one sentient qualities
Conscious and aware our satiety provided for by plant life forms


Exhale and have a piece

of

Turkey’s delight