“Some days in March are dark and some altogether glittery and loud with birds.”- March in Patagonia, AZ, Jim Harrison
It’s never too damp, drizzly, or dark
for the birds, though the dog shivers
in the doorway, regretting her request
to be let outdoors. Well after sunset,
two birds in adjacent trees compete
with metronome chirps as we walk by,
warning us … they’re watching.
Inspired by dVerse.
Haha! Wonderful description of the birds…and of the dog’s character, too…
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Indeed, they are always watching. Well done!
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There is an eloquent simplicity in your poem that delights ……………
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Oh, may they always be watching, and making a racket!
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