Empty Nest

One by one

baby birds began to fly

from underneath the fluffy down

of mama bird’s feathers.

They were snug and secure

from the elements.

The feeling was fleeting,

as a new world was daunting.

The birds grew and flew.

Snakeskin

The snake shed his skin

crawling through the grass.

He was traveling to see his next of kin,

with a little sass.

There was a rattle in the rocks.

His relatives were around the bend,

that’s how he knocks-

slithering into their den.

Art From a Hot Kiln

A fire-glazed smile

with alien eyes

pointing upward,

hoping to go home.

He was fired up to shine.

Art captured a moment

with a slanted view.

Mary Bone’s recent poetry can be found at Synchronized Chaos, 100 Sub Texts Magazine, Poetry Catalog, Literary Revelations, Ultramarine Literary Review and upcoming at Feed the Holy and eMerge Magazine.