Morning side of acorn tree

Across the path along water’s edge

on morning side of acorn tree

Flits a shadow – I look left

restless bird in bare bush

White face, brown feathered cap

ornithologists call it nut hatch

Now two, flit on twiggy branches

land, rise up and leap, again

Why they chose this bush to dance

I don’t know, maybe, they came for me

2-24-21