kites circle and dive
a lush elm tree beckons them . . .
their fate is unsealed
Tag Archives: birds
first offering
out of the darkness
dawn makes its first offering . . .
concurring bird songs
an instant
pulled up the curtain
caught a glimpse of hummingbird . . .
gone in an instant
her piercing cry
heard her piercing cry
a lone Mississippi kite . . .
somewhere in the park
accompany
morning prayers and coughs
accompany the bird songs . . .
pets and patting cats
morning of
morning of quiet
morning of calm reflection . . .
gentle birds and breeze
such a stillness
Oh! such a stillness . . .
only bird songs and moonbeams
stir this lovely dawn
I find
here and there, I find . . .
though I’m not trying to find
piles of bird feathers
on a wire
bluejay on a wire
making sure the coast is clear . . .
off to the feeder
beautiful business
in the sycamore
birds are quite busy at dawn …
beautiful business
