Category: Birds
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Let it rain
Rain fell all night white noise for sleeping morning comes robed in rain Warm porch tea undaunted, birds sing lone dog walker in rain gear Park employees gather in ball field parking lot sip coffee in trucks until lunch break A manuscript and three new magazines forecast calls for precipitation – let it rain 6-25-20
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Impatience
Birds beg predawn dark to leave Earth’s rotation makes you dizzy and wish you could stop spinning You take a barelegged walk through moonlit field sting of nettles follows you home Aloe Vera lotion can’t absolve the sins of impatience next time, you will wait for light 6-24-20
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Choices
Morning after fire pit grey ash stills radIates heat Lone tree frog drones in woods Leaves glisten with yesterday’s rain Cardinal calls from a limb Young woman pushes stroller in park Yoga instructor’s leaf blower removes debris from basketball court Bose beats boom before breakfast Neighbor walks dog without doggie waste bag So many omens…
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Lament #17
I read cicadas will be plentiful this summer Returning from long quarantine underground I miss the high descant keening above tree frog choruses I miss life begging come sit with me before we die I miss the closeness of being alive 6-19-20
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Bird watching during an election year
A family of Cyanocitta cristata race back and forth in trees Shrieking and screeching again and again I look for an egg-sucking snake or maybe a crow But I see no egg-suckers in trees disturbing the peace Maybe the mocking birds were spreading conspiracy theories for kicks Or maybe the insecure and unstable just don’t…
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Pet Obedience School in a Time of Voter Suppression
Chose a pet wisely if they’re rambunctious when no one is watching, let the shelter put the free-spirited to sleep Habituate them to a cage, jerk their chain and when you demand obedience they’ll follow quietly behind performing for treats —-Dedicated to all the voters who stood in line for hours trying to vote 6-16-20
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Barefoot on my daughter’s front porch
Tired and hungry from the night Mustapha whines at the back porch screen. It is my daughter’s house so I won’t let him in I want to listen to birds and sip my coffee quietly before the sun and grand kids rise. I tell him to hush, go somewhere else. He continues his mewling high…
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Blue heron
It saw me first coming around the bend stepping on the wooden bridge I heard it rise out of reeds watched long legs fold up like landing gear soar low over water Gather speed cresting pines blue gray wings against a gray blue sky 6-12-20
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bipartisan tweets
bi-partison tweetstogether red and blue birdseat from same feeder 6-7-20
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