Tales from Easement Acres
Oh my what a perfect day.
Shall we chase that sciuridae?
I was thinking. What’d you say?
I was saying, should we….? Hey!
I saw some sun in which to lay.
Some attention, you should pay.
Some daytime napping, if I may.
There’s something here to chase I say!
I love to chase the critters! Yay!
Nevermind. He got away.
[I’ve taken to creating stories for Liz’s paintings]
Owing to the extensive rain as of late, I have some cool new mushrooms in my yard. So I will attempt to identify them. Here’s what I’ve come up with, after scouring internet images for visual likeness:
Both are apparently edible, though I’m not a gambling man. Not until the world ends.
–Simon
A golden spire
In a time most dire
And the land is wreathed in fire
And the sky rains ash
On the populated trash
And we choke on soiled air
But no one seems to care
Because the fight is here inside
And we could have stopped the tide
But now already set in motion
In the land and in the ocean
A species will retire everywhere
–Simon
Squash
–Simon
Garlic!
–Simon