Midwinter
The field and the forest are piled deep in snow. Slate-gray sky makes me glad there’s nowhere we must go.
The field and the forest are piled deep in snow. Slate-gray sky makes me glad there’s nowhere we must go.
Banning food insecurity reporting- Donnie Trump Qu’ils mangent de la brioche- Marie Antoinette Bernie’s Democratic Socialists should set up a guillotine in Donnie Trump’s ballroom.
Two gray squirrels on the bird suet hanging out back. Bye-bye birds.
Late December gust strips the pines of their white pall. It’s snowing again!
If Trump drops dead while cheating at golf, he will die as he lived, lying.
The Ruff Tuff Cream-Puff sicced his Dogs of War on helpless shipwreck survivors seeking asylum in the USA Now The Dogs have turned on him to bite him in the ass. (With thanks to R. Crumb for Ruff Tuff Cream-Puff)
Thanksgiving comes soon. Will the turkey be pardoned? Yes: Trump’s dieting.
On Veterans Day, Trump dishonored them when he bragged about himself.
Late fall. The last sere leaves skirl off, bright birds flying from their trees.
When the weather gets bitterly cold, The Ozzies Best Friends hop in bed with them, And everyone’s warm til first light. In New Hampshire, Patsy and Toby Have no dogs, but we do have two cats. They get under the coverlet with us, And we all pass a furry fine night.