Thursday, May 27, 2021

Bird Watching

 

the jay yells at me and leaves

we have looked at each other long enough for him

but not for me

 

I have questions

instead of answers I get

a strong wind

shaking the maple leaves

bending the tall skinny pines

creating a navigation feat

              for little gray birds

                  going at top speed


this is a very windy place where I live

 

L.C.

 

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