
Lairs inhabited
High mountain to grassland prarie
Crept through silently
Lairs inhabited
High mountain to grassland prarie
Crept through silently
Dark, still, with handle
Suddenly on the sidewalk
Dare we open it?
Flocking to bushes
Thorns be damned, plump and juicy
Delicious black fruit
Primary mixable
Purple, mix primary red
Green, mix with yellow
Pleasant nasal note
Creates pencils and baskets
Native arrow shafts
Safe? Instinct shouts NO
100 years ago, even then
Not really water
Spirit of Rothko
Still, illumined thought, painted
Spirit of respect
Must be springtime now
Magically rows of holes
Sap and bug supper
Touch? Wash your hands quick
Eat? Do not. Won’t kill but sick
Look? Yes, many times
One two one two first
Four seven four six six last
That is my tag name