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It stands tall, apart from its neighbors
Displaying the scars of time.
The trunk still looks strong,
A testament to tenacity
Yet, Limbs crack off without warning
Falling to the ground.
Acorns pile up along with last fall’s leaves.
Most are eaten, some are buried
Destined to sprout and grow.
Birds congregate on oaken branches
Conversing with each other
A woodpecker has drilled its home near the top.
Nature slowly destroys the oak,
As the oak sustains nature.
Ive got back fat
And jiggly thighs
Tiny lines rim my eyes
My butt acts as balance
To my rounded tummy
My chin grew a back up
My joints now sound crunchy
What’s that on my hands?
Oh my lord, those are spots!
Hormones keep misfiring.
Now I’m sweaty and hot.
My body is a temple
Homage to aphroditic me
It displays the historic
With pure honesty.
With the passage of time,
Youth Crumbles slowly
Etching the life that is mine.
I don’t want to be a buttercup today,
A tenacious, yellow flower.
I’d rather disconnect the runners of my roots
And curl them up beneath me.
“Leave them be!” I want to shout to the rabbits
Who’ve come to nibble on my leaves
“Come back tomorrow.” to the sun
That opens up my petals,
Preferring to sleep for many hours.
But I am a little yellow buttercup,
As if I have a choice.
My runnered roots help hold the soil in place
Rabbits get sustenance from my lacy leaves
The sun’s warmth opens my yellow petals
Adding beauty to the meadow.
I know I’m just a buttercup.
But, do I have to be one, today?
She sits with infinite patience
Knowing that timing makes all the difference.
Slowly she blinks with the passage of the hour.
Settled in to wait, she dozes.
soothed by the rhythmic rise and fall of breathing.
Now, the moment has come.
She stands, and stretches
then begins to lick his nostrils.
His eyes snap open
followed by the alarm clock’s clamor.
She goes to await her breakfast
Knowing he will follow.