Braided dry grasses.
Tangles of fall foliage.
Nests of reeds and weeds.
…
New hummingbird nest.
Repurposed scavenged remnants.
Tiny work of art.
…
The nest is vacant.
Built, used, later left behind.
Deserted airport.
…
Bird that flies, soars, glides,
climbing high, way up, way far,
aren’t you afraid?
…
Birds are migrating
to warmth, from the cold weather.
Punctual as clockwork.
…
Birds forage and fly,
build their nest and roost and rest.
Travel, travail, trust.
…
Sooner or later
even the wandering nest.
First fly, then roost, rest.
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Birds on power lines,
moving, resting, and singing.
Notes on pentagram.
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Boisterous, quite loud,
warm springtime’s morning warble.
Secular concert.
Very quiet, hush,
cosmic meteor shower.
Spectacular show.
…
It is not dawn yet.
Yet we hear a morning trill,
reverberating.
…
Mimic mockingbird,
listens, echoes, then repeats.
Cheerleader leader.
…
Up and out early,
preening proudly, in public.
The old lame raven.
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Cormorants freckle
with their bodies and their poop
the large rock seaside.
…
The egret stands still,
waiting patiently for fish.
Until mealtime’s ‘swoosh!’
