Coyotes Voice Plastic | Eve Otto

Where Did the Coyotes Go

     A neighbor needing sunlight, open space 
     Coyote’s don’t sing here anymore
Don’t talk and laugh at each other now     
A neighbor needing sunlight, open space 
     clear cut a huge swath of woods
To plant his more than 50 fruit trees
     That slowly spread as they end up quite large
He also made a mighty large size lawn
     Where once grew many ‘hidey’ places
Foxes and wild turkeys native haunts 
     A chainsaw chorus for so many months
Wood to burn for stove and fireplace
     Where now no trees to stop the brutal winds
     Birds have gone to other places to sing
A silent sadness on the treeless land
     The thrill to hear coyote’s again 
Has slowly disappeared over many years

Moon Song, Sketch by jsburl

The Voice of Our Planet

In honor of and tribute to Greta Thunberg

Our planet cries "Help me, I die a slow death
  my heart is the air that all creatures must breathe
  my lungs are the forests cut down by mankin
  my stomach the ocean a slow dying space
  my body the earth and the changes it makes
  my head is mankind for the good or the bad
  my enemy pollution of chemical kinds
  my pets are all creatures that fight for their lives

I remember the last huge drastic die off
  the planet survived but only a few
  of all creatures survived that horrific event
  caused by the many volcanic eruptions
  debris in the air blocking sun from the earth
  as I watch global warming making more clouds
  as it makes glaciers melt and waters to rise
  but I hear Greta Thunberg appealing for help

She talks of her young people friends of her age
  16 year old's worrying about what they face
  as they grow watching changes that threaten their world
  and maybe there won't be a livable earth
  100 more years from today 
I pray that help isn't too little too late"

Before Plastic Bags

    Think 1950’s—Before Plastic Bags
There were cans of all sizes and shapes
Metal ones didn’t make trees get cut down

But plastic makes sturdy buckets that crack
     Brittle that needs to be thrown away
     And bags clogging oceans, killing ocean life
     Clogging and littering lands and waters

A pervasive habit almost impossible to break
     Thankfully replaced by recycled paper

Eve Otto…

…lives in Chichester NY. She is an artist, musician, and poet. She loves nature, and is always outside, doing gardening and lawn duties at eighty years young. She is a non-electronic gadget person, and proud of that. Books are her life, after art. She sells her artwork locally around Woodstock. To contact, she uses snail mail: 3 Rion Road, Chichester, NY 12416

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