The Mind Thus Wanders

These are some of the things I have put together when I was supposed to be doing more productive things.

Sketch of mallard vs math homework.

Poems instead of math lecture or other classes:

Oh Great One

Today brings no changes from the benevolent 

Confusion floods the mind of the minions

Without isolated thought and herculean concentration

My mind thus wanders to things more endearing

Institutions

As I astray from the topic at hand

I find myself looking for greater demand

No slurry of drugs or stimulation of will

can bring me back to this drone for never to thrill

Ben's Bird

Wake up call; 4 am

crawl out of bed 4:30

Put on boots and warm the call

drive to the place, get right to the tree

Cardinals call, a shiver chills

This is one of those mornings

that produces great thrill

Twilight comes, not a sound alike 

you swear he here

you can feel his plight

Unpredictability keeps this wise bird alive

He could fly down left or right he may go

which ever he chooses, it's his last cottonwood dive

He hits the ground hard, with throat deep in sound

My iron fires true

His dirt nap on the ground

The thrill I just felt will be copied by none

My body thus trembles

for this battle was nature; man against one

I  must now pay homage to the beast I have taken

This is not just a kill

The entire experience never forsaken

I earned this bird with great power and pride

The spring gobbler is wary

This hunt, will never be denied

Nerves of Butter

I wait in silent exile my nerves are forever shot

Sleep does not come easy my face both cold and hot

I have got to get back out into my true element

It's been a tough spring, and the forest's scent

The sound of the cardinal is a pure song in my ear

Just a few more days of hell, the end is almost here

And then I will feel the dirt, soft beneath my feet

In amongst the trees again, you and I shall meet

The Ghost

The relentless rain pounds over the tin

I wait for it to cease, the process we begin

The smell in the air brings back memories so true

The last time I experienced this, it was just me and you

I crest the hill to see deep hardwoods abound

Within them he sleeps for never to be found

The fog now rolls in making it harder to see

It is your move now, I live in the trees

I see you glide through those rain soaked oak leaves

Before I can react, my heart truly believes

I finally have seen you and now it is my chance

Instead, you shall walk, you throw me a glance

You will die on your own terms and not by my hand

This moment forever only God shall understand

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