Hi everyone,
When I went out for the paper, I smelled skunk in the air, which reminded me of another poem from GOOSE LAKE. Here’s another page from my one and only Amazon book, 2011. The illustration is by SLADJANA VASIC.
The lake behind our house entertains me. In, around, and above the water a cast of swimmers, flyers, hoppers, chirpers, croakers, honkers, quackers, and hissers comes and goes, lives or dies, eats or is eaten, each a valuable member of the lake’s community.

If only you could be here to share my binoculars when I look out my kitchen window or lounge beside the water at dusk. There are so many sights I would love to show you! Since you cannot join me in person, I’ll do the next best thing. I’ll bring Goose Lake to you. Sometimes skunks cross our yard when it’s too dark to see black fur. Their white bands jiggling up and down seem to glow like skeleton bones out to trick or treat. This summer we saw a mother of seven doing her best to keep her kids from wrestling in the street. I wonder how many passed their babyhood lessons, advanced to mischievous youngsters who may, as I sit here sniffing the air, be target practicing at a horrified neighborhood cat. (c) 2011 David L. Harrison, all rights reserved