Grubby Things

Drop to the top

Flop down on the ground

Peace be to your knees

Please don’t mind the fleas

Dog hair on the stairs

Dust in the air, you must

Breath deeply just don’t

Kind of dirty in the front

Do you like a furry friend?

I will be sure to send

A little kitten to your house

It will help to catch a mouse

Living in rain clouds, loud

Thunder echoing down under

All the bugs want to come in

They have a slim chance

Of making our home theirs.

It’s not fair, our comfy lair

Is not meant to support grubby things!

Up in Space, Down to Earth

Reaching up to the top

The staircase winds between the stars,

Up in the dark sky.

The planets revolve around

Information.

Our efforts cling,

With space station chatter.

We dream in cycles.

Rainbows spill across the horizon.

The trees drip with rain drops,

Too heavy, falling

From fragile leaves.

Howls in the distance

Proclaim Mother Nature

As the ruler of us all.

Splashing in the river,

Fish jump and swim,

Frogs ribbit through dusk.

Birds hide in their nests,

Comfy for a night’s rest.

All is eventually quiet.

Nature has gone to sleep.