shapeshifters of Shannon Ridge©️

I
Jackrabbits-
are clever lil’ brats
in the art of dodge and weave
hiding in between the vineyard lines-
frustrating Vultures Hawks and Sheep
one at a time-
cleverly flawless they-tease 

II
dawn is deliberately 
slowly drawn out
long and high-
on a fiery laser stringed gleam 
that’s carefully fed-
into a streaming
bladed fractured seam 
that explodes and beams
in rampant colors
of fantasies scenes
over Shannon Ridge
as it vibrantly teems
coming alive 
with green elf ears  
full of sprite beamed beings
and ancient goblin bees

III
she breathes-the mountain in deep
casting summers sweltering spell
of heat over the red soil
where the green leaves set sail 
and then they’re cast-
onto the un-tethered breeze
spreading their wings
they embrace the scene
flowing palpating on streams of green

IV
Mockingbird gangs scream and shame 
wandering Grackles without mercy-
calling them bad names
on quick light wings they flee-
bird fights rage high-in the blazing sky
where dive-bombing Grackles wildly scream
their feral indignities-
at the Mockingbirds devious deeds
they are sly-birdies indeed

 V
diving into the coiling tendrils and vines
‘neath the green thinned sails they flee-
shrouded shapes dodge and shift
and shift and weave
leaving behind their feathery trail
of strange gray hairs-from cottony tails
caught in thorny weeds
as hairy feathers drop down beneath
finally disappearing 

entangled
                 in vining tendrils
                                              of spiritual green