Fireflies lost

fireflies have left this plain

seeking companionship

in the heavens.

Perseides cloak the skies

its showers enveloping

fireflies lost

in the seeking of love.

Payback is grand

The saga of Petite La Rouge Petite McRed Petite MacFecker continued at least until Sunday past. Fingers, eyes and toes crossed.

A dear friend dropped by to clean out the eaves troughs and while he was up on the roof he asked if I had chicken wire and heavy wire and don't forget cutters. I'm on it! The vent was twice wrapped with chicken wire and tied off with the heavier wire. Ahhhh, it looks bootiful I exclaimed.

Late afternoon the wee fecker returned from his neighbourhood patrol. I could hear clawing and squealing while inside the house and so I snuck out to the patio. There he was scratching and pulling at the wire. He heard my giggles, turned and ran to a branch above me. Was he pizzed off! He stood thumping his feet all the while nattering and threatening me. I returned to safety inside for my camera.

Back up he went to lay waste to the barricade. He managed to sneak half way in under the first layer but backed out. Around and over he went, snarling the entire time. He was not a happy camper, but I was and rubbed it in with laughter and remarks such as “told ya sooner or later I would win” and “I asked politely to cease the 1 a.m. games of walnut basketball but you wouldn't listen”.

After supper I went out one last time. His poor me I am homeless now human stance didn't fool me one bit. It was a ploy. I knew that, and he knew I wasn't about to be sucked in no matter how cute he was. He's been a shite disturber for a year and now it was payback time.

As night fell I looked out and saw him silhouetted on the eaves. I did have a pang, just an itty bitty pang of guilt but what I've been through the past year, feck him! Find another home, another red to harass and life will be peaceful once more. Well almost.

Tonight I came home to the garden and patio littered with walnut fronds. I guess the pile is his way of saying, I may be out of your home, but I'm near, very near.  If only one of the umpteen contractors, roofers, handy persons would return my call to have ALL the vents replaced and electrically wired I wouldn't feel the need to sleep with one eye open.

Fireflys

I am a child of the night

searching for the light

of fireflys

in the garden

I am a child of the night

seeking that one bright

illumination

in the garden

I am a child of the night

irnoring skidders bite

while standing

in the garden

I am a child of the night

with eyes so bright

watching the dance

in the garden

I am a child of the night

at this eve's delight

of fireflys

in the garden 

Frog Music

As daylight settles

in the west,

twilight shimmers

over The Pond.

Lit wicks of candles

weave to and fro

in summers breeze.

The maestro

taps his baton

and the chorus begins.

The contralto leads

with her oorrraaah!

Oorrraaah!

Oorrraaah!

I of course join in

our voices echoing

through the garden.

Listening to our joy

the bad ass bass

provides the oomph

from his rippling throat.

Frog Music,

lulls one to sleep

with a smile on her face

this sultry summer night.

Full Buck Moon - Haiku

through shadows of oak leaves

your edges grasp at the night

full moon buck antlers