Blue coffee cup

Before deep shadows grow into bright

my blue coffee cup and I go for a walk.

Red breasted robin lands at my feet,

ambles forward on spindly legs in front of me.

I veer left towards the pond;

it rises up and flies off to my right.

Birds don’t talk human

and I don’t tweet aires,

But we understood each other

and agreed to go our separate ways.

8-6-22