I love where I live! I love it when I can grab my camera, run out into the yard and catch the neighbors flying by.
My neighbor dropped in unexpectedly
I shot him, not the least bit regrettably
There was nothing to fear
I’d made it perfectly clear
All are welcome, at least theoretically
Over a brambled path
We step and pose
Our great regrets
Our shadow knows.
A shadow can be a ponderous friend
When on our back until the end
Choosing what my thoughts beget
Behind me strides a Great Egret
And someone lost their contact.
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Monday morning, I had the following experience at the SeaTac disc golf course. Of course, I had to put it to rhyme:
In the dappled shade of a towering pine
the sun I’d craved, I now declined
High above, two little birds
embroiled in more than a war of words
A whirling, twirling, mid-air fight
WHOSE EXPECTATIONS WERE IN THE RIGHT?
If I’d been a cat, I’d have had my sup
wrestling birds cannot stay up
I craned my neck
What kind of birds are those?
They then crash-landed on my nose
That’s how I got my close-up view
of not one little Nuthatch…but two
