Magpie

There a Magpie on our block
Who’s drawn to pretty, shiny things,
Collecting those not under lock
And key. Each time our doorbell sings
Its I’ve-detected-motion! song
The camera captures Magpie gleaning
Treasures from our porch. It’s wrong
And pointless, but it saves us cleaning.

Must Bunnies

On an unproductive day
Every task that comes your way
Runs smack into the ones before;
They knock each other to the floor
And roll beneath the furniture
So now you can’t be really sure
Those tasks (which you can’t even find)
Are yours, ergo, you’re not behind.
Productive days, by contrast, are
The ones the tasks don’t roll so far.

That’ll Do

Rhyme and Meter matter
When when they serve to emphasize
An overlooked assumption
Lead to laughter or surprise
Or even irritation
(If for more than clumsy wording)
Rhyme and Meter are the dogs
The reader whom they’re herding