A Point-and-Won't-Shoot Camera - poem

  

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

A Point-and-Won’t-Shoot Camera

 

The concept of the point-and-shoot camera obtains

But a Me-‘Phone camera doesn’t see it that way

I stopped to watch a bug-grazing bird

Who approached me as if she wanted to visit

 

I took out my Me-‘Phone for a photograph

And it didn’t recognize my handsome face

And I had to tap a four-digit code

And the bird grew suspicious and flew away

 

O Egret, in your beautiful brown and white -

I truly understand your need for flight

Death Falls Apart in White - poem

  

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

Death Falls Apart in White

 

Snow does not fall in July, and yet there is white

White falling like large snowflakes or small flower petals

White scatterings across the summer lawn

Ghostly among the leafy sheltering oaks

 

The hawks are back

 

An egret about her business of bugs and snakes

Sudden violence high up in the gentle air

Flesh and life claw-ripped, torn, and devoured

Unheard below, only feathers falling like snow

 

The hawks are back

 

This artificial paradise of feeders and seeders

And flower-bordered lawn is a scape of death

From which the gentle rabbits, birds, and squirrels

Withdraw in silent fear

 

The hawks are back