Owlies in a Tree

A sylvan evening spent with a rambunctious family of Eastern screech owls

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A great Evening a few days ago, golden rays.

Four little baby owls all in a row,

Cuter than cute.

Dancing and gyrating,

With Mom and Dad right nearby,

Watching over their nearly grown children.

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Ode to a Raccoon

Sad account by Sir, conveying an accident on the road involving a family of raccoons. Cheers.

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Night Descending

Dusk, a simple cruise back home,
Busy road o’r a Friday night.
Swiftly took a hideous turn.

A raccoon Mother, shockingly so close to Mother’s Day,
Made a most tragic maternal mistake with her so very young offspring-
As all poured forth, just ahead of my four whirling wheels, I nowhere to turn.

A quick stop, but most painfully aware of I and my daughter’s safety,
And of those roaring machines lurking just in back and astride, still oblivious-
My horrendous braking choice made in an instant for all involved.

Those behind halted in time.
Those within came out fine.
But in front–sadness and grief.

The vibration and sound,
Told it all.
A little raccoon kit was no more.

Much sadness and grief
I have had in making this rough decision.
Who can be saved, but who may then be lost.

A taste of what,
Doctors and soldiers…

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Sax Alone

Another new poem from To Sire, With Love- evoking the noir-soul of another sonorous and balmy night in Florida. Cheers!

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The lyrical child within,
Adores and cherishes,
Finding a new melodious surprise.

Ambling along a quiet lane,
Unveils a somber scene-
Sax ending at closing.

The club empty,
Clientele all departed,
Tunes drift quietly to silence.

Instrument drops, amp still glowing-
Another gig, consummated,
silence now reigns supreme.

I can imagine,
Him gently packing
away his trademark tool.

And shimmering out the back,
to melt into the late night
Darkness.

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Crimson Aqua-Adventure!

Another lovely post by Sir Felion- relaying a groovy event, Surfin’ Santa, which we attended this past Christmas Eve, up in Cocoa Beach. There were over 200 surfing Santies in attendance. It was a charity event to raise money for those needing to travel out of the state, here, for cancer treatment. T-shirts were all sold out by the end of the event, and the donations were brimming. It was exquisite.

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Slashing through the sand,
On a Beach so damp and viscous-
Whirling chilling winds buffeting them about,
A bevy of 200 rosy S. Clauses clutch their spindly glassine fiber boards
And plunge into the cold tempestuous tossing spume!

Hordes-
Of young and old landlubbers roar and click their shiny phones-
And big giant bulbous-lensed cameras on spiderly legs
Clatter away to capture,
The ludicrous, quaintly humorous and stunning event.

A grand cause for all the scarlet pageantry,
Apparel was sold out to help fund
The arduous costly sojourns of those
Jousting the Big C with their far away healers.
–In memory of my wife Jodi, March 2007.

 

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Lost in the Rush

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We fly,

Away from terra firma, windmilling and whirling

Seeing and hearing and imbibing so little

Of Earth’s splendor and shimmering

Glory tragically being lost, lost by the

Grungy grimy hand of

The Ones, the ones with the brains.

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A Passionate Poetic Post

This is Sir’s first post featuring his own photography. He went on his very first photoshoot, with a group of other local photographers, this past weekend, and captured this wonderful passionflower, and was inspired to write a wee poem to go along with it. Cheers, thank you for dripping by,

Autumn Jade

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Floral starfish

Purple petals radically radially burst as an

Outstretched sprawling hand.

© sirfelion 2013

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When the Storm Hits, One Good Tern Deserves Another

A post me dad wrote, about the time we discovered a tern with a broken wing huddled in the blusterous night

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This little adventure came about many moons ago-soon after losing my wife Jodi.

We would visit a small park, known as Castaway Point, with a beautiful dock that juts out into the peaceful limpid Indian River Lagoon, rife with dolphins, herons, cranes and other exotic fauna.

That night was very wild and exceedingly windy-a glorious evening. And like those who help those affected by tornadoes or hurricanes and other disasters, we got to help a storm victim ourselves.

I was rumbling along the wooden boardwalk when I sighted the forlorn creature. Strange, he was right next to the boardwalk and not flying away as I trundled forth. A set of black-rimmed eyes set in a comical black-topped head with a brilliant orange bill stared up at me. A sleek bluish-white feathered body rounded out the rest of him.

I bent down and he moved away. Then I saw why he…

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A bovine-involved adventure with Sir

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Yesterday we undertook a delightful jaunt into the dark mysteries of Central Florida, near Orlando on a splendid cool winter’s day.  Part of the Florida Trail System (many trails set up by volunteers marking trees in the forest) loomed up in a Wetlands area.  We could not resist, so we sauntered forth on our latest adventure.Odd, but the trail seemed to start by a gate.  Cattle stood nearby.  Where was the trail?  We saw a sign saying “Take Care of Cattle.”  Do we enter this field?

A knotted rope fastened the gate and I undid it, we shuffled though, and tied it shut behind us.

I suddenly realized we were right in the cattle field, and several huge bovines were ambling nearby.  I spotted the sign for the Trail across part of this field past a number of cattle, so it meant you are to join them briefly in their pasture to…

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For me mum’s birthday, today. She would have been 59. Written by Sir. Cheers. -Autumn Jade

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Thome, a fellow Floridian friend and new blogger, wrote this lovely post about a fascinating and dashed wonderful Thai temple he visits. Absolutely marvelous!

A Walk in the Park with Thome

As mentioned in my previous post, I love learning about various languages and cultures. I have not had a lot of opportunities for immersion as of yet, but there are a few very precious times. My first time would have been the trip to the Mexican restaurant that I had with my high school Spanish class. Actually ordering my food in Spanish was a bit of a thrill for the then 18 year old me (this was during my senior year). I have studied Spanish on and off since my high school days.

That was back in my home town. Since moving out on my own to a new state, Florida, I have developed an on again-off again obsession with my local Buddhist Temple. It’s run by Thai monks, and the temple is built according to traditional Thai architecture. On the outside, it is all white except for the roof…

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