For Real Toads: Mama Zen's photos

What fun to have the photos of one of my favorite Real Toads poets featured as this weekend's Sunday Challenge. I enjoyed Mama Zen's blog even before I discovered the writers' group Imaginary Garden with Real Toads. Seeing her name there was like recognizing an old friend in a new crowd.
I chose two of MZ's photos for a couple of little poems. I have been away from Real Toads for a while, making only one contribution in the past few weeks, but trying to do some commenting when I felt up to it.
It's great to have my muse back, and, MZ, you were a big part of the recovery!
K

© Mama Zen Photography

little insect chooses

a most spectacular home—

yellow and orange

green and black

there may be conveniences

it might lack

but

what does an insect care

when it has sunflower flair?

© Mama Zen Photography

moon above,

and child below

amazed to see it

in daytime,

“moon came to see me,

 yes, he did,

 to join me in my play time!”

For Real Toads: Lindy's no longer perfect

The following is all true, although much of it is plagiarized. A person  awakened at 3am doesn't write great poetry at 6.

Pre-Christmas Poem

’Twas a braw, bricht, moonlicht nicht,

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave a lustre of midday to objects below

When the dog barked in the nighttime!

It was three o’clock in the morning

I couldn’t sleep the whole night through

There was no point asking “Who'll let the dog out?”

Because I was alone in the house

When what to my wondering eyes did appear

But a wondrous huge buck and one smaller deer.

I had let the dog out, however,

She barked and the deer ran away!

Lindy fans, now and forever,

Will no longer regard her as sweet,

She barked at the deer in the nighttime,

When they’d only come here to eat

Ornamental apples from our front-yard tree.

In spring the birds will get them

If the deer now leave them be

And it will all be Lindy’s fault

For waking me up at three.