MicroMacro World

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Her body tense, tail twitches softly.
Eyes focus. Not one blink.
Bird watching from
this side of the
window is
for the
birds.
#Micropoetry

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Little cat, what do you see?
Birds you don’t catch?
They don’t tempt you
but they do intrigue.
Birdwatcher more than
huntress. Little Po.

I am hosting at dVerse, and for the past two days we have been playing with macro photography, and with micropoetry. I had a hard time choosing from my photos and finding inspiration. Then Po decided to sit next to my computer and bird watch. The light was perfect and she was so still. So here you have a macro of our cat, Po, and micro about her.  

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Winter, a Micro Poetry Fable

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Arctic fox didn’t like his drab coat.

Summer grey wasn’t as lush.

He waved his tail and danced.

~

Calling the sun-dogs to the skies.

Pulling the Arctic cold down. Down.

The winter stayed too long. Too long.

~

Snowy owl came flying home.

Spring her time to come north.

Wings carried warm air sweet.

Spring flies home.

~

On the weekend Bjorn had an awesome prompt for doing a fable, which I missed, but I did a micro poetry fable about it on Twitter. I am sharing it here for OLN. It could become a future Poetics prompt, so take note 🙂 

I took the photos last year of snowy owls coming north again in early spring through southern Saskatchewan.

There are some changes happening at the dVerse Pub that will make it better for our pub tenders and poets. Stop by and see what Brian had to say about it all.

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