Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Refilled Valentine

Chewing its way again
around the world
the snail moon
 
the tree’s shadow
says it’s three of a lawn
where was I supposed to be
 
the last few hours of sunlight
burnish the breasts
of resting finches
 
slowly the larger birds
notice the commotion
refilled feeder
 
still waiting their turn
the tree is full of birds
the day has flown

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