

Science fiction, fantasy, mystery and what-not
A carillon chimes the hour. The sun gives it a warm shoulder. She always works her own hours. Two deer digest, still except for ear flicks against flies and shifts to identify sounds. Blue-eyed and black faced, a long-haired blond feline assesses the day and listens to a woodpecker beat out a love sonnet on a wooden utility pole. Acorn treasure in mouth, a squirrel flicks a bushy gray tail and trots along a red-brick wall as two black and blue scrub jays hop across the green grass below him. A warm zephyr dries off forehead sweat and whispers close to ear, “Welcome to autumn.”
Devil don’t rhyme with evil
But mirror rhymes with beer
Their sounds like there but
Where sounds like wear
and both sound like ware
Which makes it hard to bare
especially if you’re a bear
Care rhymes with stare
which also sounds like stair
They all rhyme with chair
which only seems fair
But the fair offers fare
Which many are willing to share
Except Cher who gets scared
when Donna cuts her hair
Chris is a liar
Who won’t leave his lair
He stares into his drink
And thinks
Devil don’t rhyme with evil
But mirror rhymes with beer
*Inspired by Chris Rodell, who urges you to Use All the Crayons.