NATHAN A. BAKER

The Poetry Of.
Nathan A. Baker......................................................

Tick Tock

Yellow sun
Bright, rising
Another day
Older, wiser

Dusty house
Borrowed sod
On rented farm
Let from God

One day nearer
Eternity's call
Spaced inside
Hallowed walls

Living, dying
Time is flying

Black Cat Blues

He slips into the dark shadows
Cast by bamboo of emerald green
His eyes two yellow orbs glowing
His ears perked owl-like listening

His head twitches toward
Sound of bird flutter
Fluid his movement
Stalking now winged prey.

Slowly, body elongated,
He crawls low and nearing
Attack distance stops
Rear haunches quivering

He prepares, then jumps
Just as wind change signals
Danger's nearness and
Mockingbird lifts to sky

Leaving the black cat scratching the air
Like a hungry rock star without a guitar

A Poet and His Dogs

With each rejection notice
The poet cringes and rereads
His submission checking each line
Of verse like a hound for ticks

Checking each ear listening
For a more intellectual expression
Daring to venture into new fields
To flush poetry from cover

He thinks all of his dogs will hunt
But most are better suited for life
Beneath a porch; retrieving birds
Being left up to those with pedigree

Serving iced doggerel on Popsicle sticks
And labeling it contemporary poetry

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