Weather is holding

A whisper tells all there is.

I heard her first thing talking to them.

I casually asked is anyone is out there.

I should have known by her talking to them in a voice of glee 

Back again, two of them. They live here.

We’re not surprised we’re happy.

those monkey rabbits keep us busy.

I is like reading the 1919 book of Benjamin Franklin.

Keeps me busy. Also, must consider:

How to we protect those dears?

These critters to whom we grow attached.

Rain is mentioned without materializing.

Eyes to the sky.

At least we know why.

Starting over

 

Powdery white blue sky.

Sun shines in the sound of quiet.

Will be the warmest day we’ve had.

Eighty degrees and I’m glad.

Little, our favorite rabbit, is back one day after misery.

Boyfriend bunny came by also.

The old ranch is riding a return to normal.

Ain’t she sweet, just a-walking down the street.

Have to balance out the days,

Keep them lined up until we’re through.

Must be many ways

To erase the blues

wore my jacket and barret

To fight the cool, although they say

It will turn to a summer day.

If it can make it I’ll hurray.

talked to neighbors Ge Gee and Rod this a.m.

 walking to town is where they’re bound.

going for another injection.

yipe - at four we’re lining up for another round.

Music Milton auger, Jack yellen, lyrics - ain’t she sweet

Chapter end

 Must have been the black cat.

All the babies were killed.

There is no rabbit here this morning.

The long bunny story has ended.

Our friends, our familiarity is torn out.

Meridith removed the bodies that were spread around.

It was brutal.  What a sad ending for the mother bunny.

and for us. We join in the heartache.

How is our bunny grieving?

So unfair for the rabbits.

We will miss them all.

We do miss them all.

Black cat

 What we didn’t want to see in our yard.

Don’t know the drama must have occurred.

Last thing we wanted to see a few days before we leave.

No bunnies visible this morning.

The adult black cat was sitting by our tree. Waiting.

The rabbit den is undisturbed.

Meri chased the enemy away.

Now we wait to see who returns.

7:40 a bunny is seen in the back yard.

We have another week for the birth of new bunnies.

We’ll be in California. How will all turn out?

all seems acceptable at this time.

what a full up time of year

plants, trees and bushes are loading .

see unfolding green packed on the stems.

people walking dogs seem minimal.

railing daily heavy green thickness looms.

no one mows now because it’s wet all the time.

this cuts way down on noise in the neighborhood.

the rabbit eats dandelion stems, one after another.

filling before nursing her new borns.

Double bunnies

 First morning activity is to see two bunnies 

in the yard. one is large, the other Little.

Good Sunday in May. Here’s setting out day.

have a coffee and plan the haps.

A book to continue on Kindle.

How to pace the finale for the flight to California.

When  Sunday glows good day

We two are on our way to the Fellowship.

I am curious to see where heads are.

 Now watching bunnies do their second greatest activity.

They can be in the middle of the yard and remain still.

Number one activity is to run quickly.

Start of the reign

 Charles the third crowned today.

Seventy years ago I saw his mother’s coronation.

Time flies when you’re having fun.

Keep your eye on the ball.

Two large

 Stopping for breakfast at sunrise.

Eating at bed one and two.

Friends together, on the road.

Fully grown bunnies.

They cannot see us; they’re occupied.

Munching and hopping.

We don’t see them everyday

So when we do we enjoy the sight of them.

A turkey buzzard made a low, slow pass overhead.

The rabbits ducked into hiding.

The morning is quiet and calm.

The rabbits want to keep it that way.

steady before it starts

 Can see the ease the day begins as starlight surrenders.

My clothes together, clocks tic strong.  

Put off a trip to Planktown.

We’ve California on our mind.

A week to visit my daughter and granddaughter.

And Toby of course. Ain’t got no horse.

I may glimpse the ocean when we’re flying in.

And pizza and burritos are I expect to reacquaint myself again.

We’ve more than a week but we’re getting ready.

We’re preparing, our thoughts are steady.

Been on our minds before it starts.

The West coast, ah. It’s in our hearts.

The love parade

Course i‘m drawing boats on the bay

 a hundred of us in Golden Gate Park

The Sierra Nevadas,

deep shining stars,

you know, CA, we never did part.

Rain again

 this can’t be denied. 

glistening globes

hang as drops on the branches.

splatter thickly on the front window.

one squirrel searches in the front yard 

Impervious to the rain.

no walkers or passing vehicles this morning.

the only sound are drops hitting the gutters.

reading Michael Crichton’s Timeline.

planning clothes and whatnot for California.

summer is on the cusp;

how can you tell?

lookin’ ahead

figuring what I’ll wear for two weeks

in California. home and now-state of my daughter.

and her husband and their daughter;

my friends Eddie, Lonesome Al and the rest of them.

of us, because we were thick together.

the years, the sunshine. a pat on the back.

i’ll keep it simple. Warm dry air

and Mexican food.

we won’t go by or pass over the Golden Gate.

but to no surprise, i’ll think of it,

and our boats and the various points 

we’ve cruised around on the San Francisco Bay.

dots on the windows

spots of light 

clear as glass.

dotting the window panes.

it’s summer rains  again.

like before.

we’ve got some more.

another down pour.

warm rain again.

rabbits and robins

are most happpy fellas

can play in the rain

no need of umbrellas.

The big parade

 Everyone heard about it there is no denying.

Two blocks long when laid out.

From here to there.

Fifty-some degrees; feels colder. Some wind.

Old people are half the regulars. 

a crowd of all forms.

extremes, sizes,

ages, colors,

country’s.

Changing season

 You get so much before other times develop.

Great golden yellow greets us this morning.

Saw two standout scarlet cardinals first thing.

The rest of the yard is overly still.

One small cute squirrel then a guy and his dog walked by.

Dark grey clouds behind brightly sunlit trees.

The yard, bush and tree green has certainly developed.

The tree buds have become leaves.

Mark it down: trees went from bald sticks

to the wonder of leafed out, colorful springtime.

Even slow branches with few leaves 

have filled with water and turned a healthy dark brown.

Day an night

 Rabbits are in our yard.

We drove back from the store and right there

on the side of the drive was one of our rabbits.

They’ve become daring. Makes me cautious.

I mean I hope they’ll be cautious.

I don’t want them overly comfortable with the traffic.

I hope they pay attention and keep out of the way.

I shouldn’t have to worry about wild rabbits.

Working in Hollywood

   Thick traffic some days.

  worked at a radio station on sunset boulevard 

Out the window I often Saw Groucho take 

a morning Walk.

Recording studios were nearby.

For me ten or fifteen minutes to home in north Hollywood.

Or down the street to Santa Monica pier.

Took my kids to La Brea Tar Pits.

and to BingTheater where we saw Ray Bolger the

Scare crow from The Wizard Of Oz dance and sing

To Singing In The Rain.

Sun shiney warm Hollywood.

Three on the run

 Woke up to them going around.

Chasing, frolicking from one side to the other.

Sprinkles of rain are about to happen.

Moving quickly from side to side.

Can’t tell who’s the leader.

Large bunnies, swift moving.

Have they been running all night?

It’s eight o’clock, started to sprinkle. They’re gone.

Builds a nest

 We watch as the bunny carefully builds her nest.

Read about how they work, what to expect.

Get into a routine and lose track of our bunny.

All for sure is finished, then it reappears.

Is it our mother bunny to be or not?

Meri keeps looking. I make notes and worry

as reports of bunnies movements come in.

In and out of the nest too quickly. What is happening?

This I said is her nest when it is for sure a nest.

An who is the male rabbit that sits and watches?

Bunnies don’t have much protection from predators 

they can run and those big feet are built for kicking.

Black Cutout dog

 Keeps deer away.

We like to see deer around.

However, they eat our good plants.

Can’t blame ‘em for being hungry.

Squirrels are out. It seems warmer.

But squirrels come out when snow is on the ground.

For clarification on my report of anything squirrel:

I’m not or have I ever been a squirrel watcher.

If there were buses here,

And places to go on them

then I’d stamp my ticket

and have a look up and down the town.

Building a nest

 Below our widow

Been working all night.

Two bunnies prepare.

She builds, he overlooks.

After eight, she needs to rest now.

A mouthful of grass or pine needles at a time.

she's gone now. will return this evening.

newborn bunnies could be covered up in there.

Looks like a good day

 Sure we don’t have it perfect.

It’s completely cloudy. Grey looking.

No traffic, walkers or animals.

Not a breeze.

Give it a few hours. See what happens.

I’m coffeed out. Nothing scheduled now.

I’ll review what I’ve written to see how it is.

Decide where to go from here.

Sat eve, knock ‘em down

 The jazz orchestra hits it.

haven’t heard them for two months and we’re ready.

Charts like the top bands of the 1930’s to today.

Oberlin college teaches them kids to be hot cats.

quiet, waiting for 7:30 p.m. 

Finney Chapel twelve hundred wooden pews,

below and balcony,  a long way up to the wooden ceiling.

 a fully charged spiritual concert hall that swings.

sincerely

 the toughest songs to interpret

are the ones with words

without music.

Nod your head,

Snap your fingers.

easy take along

Summer coming on

 Smooth riding to Trader Joe.

Thirty minutes.

Traffic light, feeling right

Tina’s brother with the gold record …

Never met him, never saw him.

Why don’t more people stop their car on the freeway to get a sandwich out of the backseat?  Meri asked.

I like the history of what happened when we were young or before. A generation prior.

fill your day

with working, 

writing, reading,

doing something for somebody.

Before eight a.m.

 Per usual, not a soul out.

Reminds me of the TV weather folk,

Always they say “0ut and about”.

I have to complain about it.

Perhaps I should build another pond,

Something of which I’m very fond.

Yeah they’re fun but a lot of work.

I’m not in condition to move  many rocks.

There, we’re staying in again.

The water falls will live in my memory.

Fresh cool trickling wet

With swimming fish, you bet.

frog winter

scooping leaves from the pond

where the sugar maple deposits them

there is a plunk in the water

it's forty degrees this afternoon

 

who did i disturb but a frog

how can they live like that

sleeping in a plastic flower pot

submerged in the bottom of the pond

 

making a home for the winter

be solid as the ice through the snow

then come back chirping in the spring

well, rent is free, that i know

Chopin

 He Wrote a prelude I played; on and on.

Clair de Lune I could do

the way he waould have approved.

Then it slipped from  my grasp.

I thought it would always be with me.

How vegetably foolish of me.

His name was sacred at our house.

His music was too.

Unraveled

 The long water line to Meri’s garden is unfurled.

Laying out set to go.

This day will remain cold and windy they say.

Won’t be fit for outside working

The grass and flowers are being blown

Wiggling and wobbling, I see ‘em.

seems work inside is practically what the day’s good for.

It is easier to ride the horse in the direction that it’s going.

Silver screen

Glass screen, the television and how it Rolled into other forms of video. Let’s get going.

Clean your material, dust everything thoroughly.

Start at the beginning with a blank page.

 Silver screen lit for me.

Kept to better seeing.

Daws Butler gave me The Elements of Style.

What a friend he is to me. Permanent.

We met, we read and i wrote.

Of course Daws wrote all the time.

i know we both enjoyed our sessions together.

He was a master putting words down

And putting them out. We talked.

My favorite friend, well, one of them.