Northern Mockingbird Photo Credit
With a peripheral
dart you caught my eye
and this mornings’ catch
I see –
in your ebony beak.
Northern Mockingbird Photo Credit
With a peripheral
dart you caught my eye
and this mornings’ catch
I see –
in your ebony beak.
A thistle shot up
between the stonewall and road,
and I awaited its peak,
So close!
Those purple blooms,
I kept returning to its rooted home,
But yesterday it wasn’t there.
Some weedwacker wacked it through
I supposed,
Looking at the trimmed edge.
Such a long anticipated prime,
I almost went again today.
a sparrow sharpens
his beak in two quick strokes then
darts into the birch.
Weeding the garden I found
a newly sprung lettuce head,
near its out-most leaf, crawling,
I met A handsome bumble bee.
look at you, I murmured and bowed
to see his wings rent
so forsaken he seemed to me
a King Lear imperial and abandoned.
I hailed his majestic wings undone
and harked their mournful hum,
extolled his onyx, gold robe and watched
how he staggered and spun
I turned to the weeds again-
There was nothing to be done.
Sweet bird build your nest
work diverts and strobes your tail
or do my eyes blink?
Feeling significant as an ant passes by,
I lie down and look at the sky.