Children for Breakfast

A thistle and a tassel

An unruly passel

Who were too much of a hassle

So I fed them to my vassal

Note: Hey, when you get hungry enough... ;)

Baited Breath

Removed from the crate

It had a splendid gait

And at this rate

The sheriff wished he was late

For he was the bait

Nighttime Gardening

For I buried her in lime

Where she is safe from slime

The muck and the grime

Under my garden of thyme

Neighbor for Dinner

Two or three

It was silly of me

For I hate him in spades

And I ate him with maize

Dipped in a sour glaze

Liquid Mourning

Weeping

Winding

Curling

Gushing slow along the path

Soaking into dirt

Staining stone & grass

Buzzing

Chirping

Keening

Cawing absent from the air

Silence ominous, foreboding

A reverent, fearful warning

Rustling

Cracking

Creaking

Scratching in the quiet

Heedless of the dread & mourning

Grim claims the cowering soul