The wobblish keeper feels it all. All the joys and troubles of the world cross its furiously pumping heart. It’s no use trying to outfly what’s inside but it has to try. Give it shelter and grace and see it off again if you have the chance. It must keep going and we must keep pulling for it.

The wobblish keeper is one of the birds in my new book, Birds Without Borders! Now available on Amazon as a physical or digital book! This is the second book in the Life Without Borders series, Beasts Without Borders being the first.

The butter rump is a crumb thief. No one should take issue with this as crumbs are discard. However, of course, some do. There are a few who see attention given to what they view as trash or nothingness and immediately declare, “Mine!” It’s an ugly thing to only care about something when another gets it. What good is that? Finding the bits of things that are left behind is a true skill worthy of admiration. If you fall through the cracks the butter rump will find you.

The butter rump is one of the birds in my new book, Birds Without Borders! Now available on Amazon as a physical or digital book! This is the second book in the Life Without Borders series, Beasts Without Borders being the first.

My new book, Birds Without Borders, is now available on Amazon both as a paperback and e-book! Much like Beasts Without Borders, every page is a new bird with its own heart, humor and oddities, as well as a beautiful watercolor to bring the bird alive. Take a look!

The russelled bunchkin is a honey lover as you can tell just by looking at it. That golden gleam in its eye is quite a bit of honey that’s gotten in there, no window to the soul. The bunchkin spends much of its day following bees around until they return to the hive. Once it knows the location of the hive it’s an easy matter to tip off a bear or some hungry skunk to get in there and cause chaos. While the larger animal draws the attention of the bees, the bunchkin is able to slip in and soak in the welcoming pools of honey. The next time you find a feather in your honey you’ll know why.

The russelled bunchkin is from Birds Without Borders, a new book coming out December 1! This book is a collection of fascinating birds and will be available as a paperback or in digital form. The e-book can be pre-ordered now and will be automatically sent to you on December 1. The paperback will become available to purchase on December 1. This is the second book in the Life Without Borders series, Beasts Without Borders being the other.

The gerbil-throated cougher is named as such because it often fits a whole other animal between its head and the rest of its body. This is typically something gerbil-sized, but might be a frog or even a fish. One cougher was even found to be carrying a young piglet in its throat, which led to the easy capture of the bird as it could not take off from the ground. While entirely vegetarian, the cougher gets lonely when flying and enjoys taking a companion along with it.

The gerbil-throated cougher is from Birds Without Borders, a new book coming out December 1! This book is a collection of fascinating birds and will be available as a paperback or in digital form. The e-book can be pre-ordered now and will be automatically sent to you on December 1. The paperback will become available to purchase on December 1. This is the second book in the Life Without Borders series, Beasts Without Borders being the other.

I don’t yet have a good excuse,
I’m gonna get one soon.
I do my best but life gets loose
And plays to its own tune.
So anyways, of all the ways
I’m not at all at fault
For what I did, the fine truth lays
Off hidden in a vault.
While I go search, you take a rest,
I say we call a truce,
And I submit to you my best
Excuse for an excuse.

A bubble’s air
Is all its own,
A half-held moment there.

It’s all it’s known
As bub and ble
From the moment it was grown.

It flies full
Against the stone
That finds its freedom troubling.

More will be blown
For I go bubbling
Rainbows of air once my own.

Pon had a pocket owl
Who lived him like a tree,
With every hoot you’d hear a howl
For they were two of three.

An arctic wolf had gained
A pocket home as well,
And ran the woods of Ponny’s brain
As clapper to his bell.

Once Pon saw some hoof prints
From a pot-bellied boar
That trampled ‘cross his mighty shins
Which brings us up to four.

Then Pon found a pond
In pockets deep and wide
With turtles, otters, frogs and swans
Along for Ponny’s ride.

How can I be more clear
On clothing given me?
The moral of the story here –
More pockets! All agree.

I used every letter
Except for one
From the alphabet.
What I’ve done
In this poem
Is left the fun
For you to find
Which letter
Got left behind,
Which letter
I paid no mind.
Which got shunned?
It wasn’t X or Q or Z!
You’ll be stunned!
I used all twenty-five
Except for one.

I’ll bite my tongue on this one
But I’m gonna clack my teeth.
I’ll huff and spit a little bit
Till froth rolls underneath
My chin like rabies might just take me
Then send me back to haunt.
But I won’t say a thing
If you’re sure that’s what you want.