Day: July 9, 2025

Cicadas singing their hearts out
in trees.
They must be male vocalists
singing love songs to make
female cicadas swoon.
Were I a young swain instead of
an old relic being beckoned
by the grave,
I’d love to be able to sing songs
like the cicadas sing to make
females swoon.

Bob Boyd

A city or a town in England named
Leigh, a sad sight to see.
Not unlike some cities here in the US,
old buildings abandoned, trash in the
streets.
I’m sure there were better areas in
Leigh, just like cities here.
But what a shame to see parts of
once beautiful cities gone to shit in
the US and in the UK.

Bob Boyd

Darkness drops, the forest goes silent.
He sees the moon is full, his pulse quickens.
He wants to run out of the forest full speed.
But as if frozen, he cannot move.
The chilling howl confirms his fears.
Before he’s ripped to shreds.

Bob Boyd

He jumps into the lion enclosure.
He yells and assumes a fighting stance.
A lion answers his foolhardy challenge.
It roars and slices his arms with its claws.
Miraculously he lives, his life spared.
Zookeepers rescue him before he’s torn apart.

Bob Boyd

The day is downcast, her heart is broken.
The man she pinned her hopes on left.
He’s off to fight a foreign war faraway.
She feels certain he will die there.
Months later she is proven right.
His corpse comes home in a body bag.

Bob Boyd