The Moose Went Loose Sonnet

The Moose Went Loose

There once was a moose floating on water
He had no teeth but his smile was broad
He nodded warmly passing an otter
Who didn't need to say 'your plan is flawed'

The sky greeted him with gushing gold rays
Even the river granted him embrace
He was so touched that dew began to glaze
First just his eyes then to run down his face

The water wound, driving yet more wildly
His legs grew heavy and his mind confused
He saw in the distance....nodded mildly
The liquid in his lungs had long suffused

He felt himself crushed outward like a gall
As he flew, flew, flew, down the waterfall

The Lament and the Owl

The Lament and the Owl

'I mean I don't want to think anymore,
emphasis on think' added the sad squirrel
Dropping from a branch to the forest floor
As he said it he gave his tail a swirl

'I was not aware that you even thought'
Said the great owl perched upon a birch
Ignoring the glare that the squirrel shot
'Perhaps there's a way...hmmm I could research..'

'Alas there is not, I've thought it all through!'
Cried the squirrel, paws raised up to falling leaves
'No you haven't, it's too broad an issue'
'Yes I have, you can't fathom how it grieves!'

The owl spun it's head and gave a smirk
Left its perch and ate the squirrel in a jerk

He's Angry At Me Sonnet

He's Angry At Me Sonnet

Milky, he says, you've stopped eating again
I can tell you've lost weight because your chest
Has gotten smaller, now it looks shrunken
Of course I notice, you know I'm obsessed

I don't bother to reply, to say that
My chest is shrunken because there's no pride
Left in it; no more air, and now no fat
I stay silent so there's less to deride

Later he's mad, he says that I don't eat
That I'm too weak, I embarrass everyone
If he weren't so nice...well I should be beat
I shake and I wait four hours til he's done

Daily I realize I've been left forlorn
Each morning I wish, I could be unborn

The Dead Collie Sonnet

The Dead Collie

The sun warmed benignly while the clouds lazed
When the car drove too fast while the collie
Jumped the fence and stepped into the road dazed
How could he know this was his last folly

But he was not made to live by a fence
He just wanted to roam like gusts of wind
Wanted to trod leaves in a forest dense
The jump was made now he couldn't rescind...

The wheels squealed in regret for what they'd do
His eyes opened wide but his body froze
Something cried run but it couldn't break through
The veins were broken, and spurting blood rose

He lay on the ground, he lay under tire
The last I saw him ere funeral pyre

Fireflies at Dusk Sonnet

We were playing in the garden at dusk
Laughing as the shadows chased us around
They were soft with an effervescent musk
The stars twinkled out, soared over the ground

Fireflies emerged carrying our dreams
Watching our games lay lilacs underfoot
Stars that were falling brightened into streams
Maybe we were streaming; they just stayed put

You laughed once and your smile engulfed it
With a missing tooth you now had suction
The gap was narrow; it didn't all fit
You weren't bothered by the obstruction

Just like a rainbow swirling light spectrum
Out into the air, out away, you've swum

A Visit to No-Land Sonnet

The grass I trod was mostly stale
Dirty brambles oozed their outlines amid
Tufts of green, budding so timid and frail
I had to look down, whatever I did

A branch that leered at me overhanging
Began to bend into my direction
And called out to me with a voice clanging
Soft as dew, upon reflection

'Scuse me dear, do you feel naïve today?
It's incumbent on me to question fools
Who visit this land, so deep in the fray
Who are not yet privy to our grand rules'

I answered the branch, yes I was aware
Why I'd come to no-land, was my affair

The Oma Says Sonnet

Oma Says

My underwear drawer, she says is a mess
Thrown in together with nothing folded
and that I can't iron is scandalous
I force a weak smile as I'm scolded

The oma shakes her head while she mumbles
Her accent is stark and her eyes narrow
I hope she won't hear my stomach rumbles
She asks Hans gruffly if I'm a sparrow

A sparrow? Oh I'm not! But if I were
How far away I'd fly from every slight
A sparrow would never wait and endure...
Even a sparrow would be more forthright.

The Oma says I need to learn to cook
I tell her shut up – but only by look

Time Entangle Sonnet

Time Entangle

They weren’t looking but the clock was striking
The hands crawling forward, time marching on
Most of his remarks were to her liking
he knew it too so he hoovered withdrawn

Just like ants frenzied this way now that way
Scuttling about – they think it matters
For each one has big thoughts to convey
Then foot falls down and each one splatters

For the briefest second, time – the mirage
They slip from its grasp, from out its vantage
Into shadows but not without presage
Never forget, someone wins advantage

They thought they left time but it was an angle
When they looked back they saw just a tangle

The Dancefloor Sonnet

The Dancefloor Sonnet

The light became the dark as I was spun
Past shades of people I carried in me
Cresting up to lines of oblivion
Feelings, thoughts, etched by smoky sensory

Lighting was blitzing down onto my head
Everything in me split out into streaks
The bass cut into me so that I bled
I wasn't me - I was one of the freaks

Remember his face, remember that time?
He turned away as you tripped on the stone
I heard his eyes then, thump thump like a rhyme
So long forgotten, you'd never have known

I stood and I danced and let it rush back
It was all that I was, til the next track

Strider's Sonnet

In the morning the light crawled through the sky
He raised his bronze neck to appraise the shape
'Will the sun rise ever, and if so, why?'
He thought as he stretched, and began to traipse

He walked alone then spotted his first son
Darting like a whisper by the brown fence
Whenever he ran it seemed he won
All his trophies at his father's expense

Further on was his sister who was lame
Her eyes were lovely like a rose in bloom
But through her gait he could see her shame
With regret he nodded – she knew well her doom

He turned back, sighing upward in remorse
So sad yet so gay, our dying race horse