Ms. Devon sighed. It was hard enough teaching high school Biology without what amounted to a PARTY in the back of the classroom. For now, when the class was taking a break, it was a MINOR inconvenience. But the break would end, and so, too, would the ruckus. She stopped and observed them. She had to admit that the SHEER audacity of this band of students was amusing. Just then, the friends started getting louder, language became a bit BLUER, and definitely RUDER. This lesson on mammals could become an “UDDER” disaster!

Georg’ann

I came forward to SHARE,
seeking solace. Your REPLY
so QUEER, pushed me back
UNDER. Collapsing deeper
into this hole. Packed now in
heavy, dark dirt. A bulb waiting
for the earth to warm.
When lambs suckle at the UDDER,
peace seems possible, then
my shoots will emerge again
bearing beauteous apricot blooms.

Heather