Julian Robinson
For thirsty marauders
A sight guaranteed to stir my wrathIs that of crows in the small birds' bath.
To three buddies
can be glimpsed some days near Linda Jean's.
The puck stops here…sometimes
To help perform a Herculean task,he wears a helmet and protective mask.
Poem: Catching the wind at Morning Glory
This looks like an interesting story .
Jack-O-Lantern time
With the advent of fall comes a happy story.
To Butter-Scotch
is this Shetland pony on Main Street.
Venezuela-Bound
to be the last bird of summer.
Poem “” To a beautiful young predator
I heard neither screech or squawk.
To the Vineyard watermelon
a corn-buying trip to Morning Glory.
Vineyard Verses
as these two bask behind Windemere.
To a Lady with Attitude
this half-built nest on Crystal Lake.
To a lover of peanuts
No ifs, ands, maybes, probablys or buts.
A nursery in the sky
is the osprey nest on the lights.
To an incubating osprey mom
it's hard to forget her intense glare.
New little ones at Quantapog
mom and dad guide six little ones to the pond.
To a nesting pair (Vineyard Verses)
two ospreys posed in their pole-top abode.
They’re back!
I visit osprey nests each day.