Monday, May 16, 2011

The lovely Month of May Massacre

The jacaranda is shedding purple wool

The herb jungle is dense and mysterious

 The flower boxes groan, stuffed with blossoms

 The gardenias wax proudly 
about their superior odiferousness

Even the habitually humble geraniums are way over dressed

And yet, amid the bees, the blossoms and the gentle breezes there is carnage .

Noisy grackles dive bomb Nixon, 
taunting him with disdainful Grackle cackle.

 He lies in wait, feigning indifference 
and then leaps from the grass, 
snapping them out of the air with gator jaws

Score:  Nixon 4, Grackles 0



stricksonne said...

I love their dog and the beautiful flowers! greetings angie

Holly said...

Yup, welcome to my world!

just call me jo said...

Oh, Nixon! Those crackles can't be tasty. Poor dear. Your flowers look amazing. Why does everything of mine dies in the Arizona heat. What's your secret? I love the pictures. That tree fluff reminds me of the bouganvilla blooms that bombarded me before we ripped them out. (Maybe that's why vegetation doesn't grow for me. I kill it if it's messy.)

Marti said...

Yay Nixon! I hate those grackles.

Sue said...

You are so twisted.

And I love it!


Cheeseboy said...

I've never heard of Grackles, but I am glad Nixon is taking care of them for you. I'd like to see it in action.

Lisa Ricard Claro said...

Now that's love. Nixon loves you SO MUCH that he's willing to eat Grackles just to keep you safe. What have you done for him lately? Milk Bones? Pup-Peroni? Beggin' Strips?

Anna M said...

Is that really a bird name? Grackle?

Your flowers are incredible.

kate said...

team nixon.

Michelle Teacress said...

Aha! Good for Nixon! My cat (Peter the High King of Narnia, Petie for short) isn't quick enough when the swallows dive.

Melynda said...

And Nixon scores again!