Rattled

I rattled a rat with a stick, one day, who climbed up a drain pipe to get away. It ran on the roof and jumped in a tree, where squirrel like it rattled at me!     David Garlick, Victoria, October, 1998  

Fruit Fly

I am a fearless Fruit Fly. I fornicate for fun. I flit among the orchards trees. I frolic in the sun. And from my frequent fusings, with females that I find. Fruitfully I’ll fill my world with future frisky flies.     David Garlick, Victoria, October, 1990  

Earth

  As Spring’s soft fingers caress my furrowed face. My thoughts warm to birds and bees, forgetting snow and ice. Soon seeds will stir, within my soil, bulb spears will greenly show. Then I will bask in mellow winds and smiling watch them grow.     David Garlick, Victoria, May, 1991  

Skiing

To ski ‘s, like flying down a hill, white snow, the clouds beneath your feet. The skis are wings, that guide your flight, pulled down the hill by gravity. Control, instead of headlong dash is how we learn to stretch these wings. Then swooping as the eagle does, we swing and push to make a […]