September. School’s in. Organization meetings start up. In other words, serious busyness begins, no more relaxed painting on the back deck … But that’s no reason to forget about the fun, silly, side of life …
A CLASSIC MISTAKE
I’m sorry about the tiger 
I put through your mail box
sorry she ate your dog
she was on sale at the local flea market
the owner found her under a lamp post
late one night licking a sore paw
the salesman had such a nice face
seemed to care about the kind of home
I would give the tiger
I told him you like parakeets and mice
keep regular hours and like to walk
your animals in the park on Sundays
I should have made sure she was tame
and wouldn’t eat your cousin
or claw the frescoes in the hall
I should have introduced you properly
not slid her in like that
without saying ‘Happy Birthday’
‘Tiger’ by Kennedy Banning
A Summer Father … poems as deceptively simple and cunning as a sniper’s bullet. This book is a Remembrance Day poppy. Dave Margoshes
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