Prose: One little junco, so quiet

One little junco, so quiet

One little juno
sitting on the line
in a puffed-up jacket
and quiet, passing time.

soon the sparrows exit,
no more time to dine.
then the junco says,
“now the seeds are mine.”

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as well, one blue jay came today.
all the other birds flew away.

More Bird Watching here.

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Timely Prose: fire

together, we
can walk through fire.

alone, oft times
not,

because the strike
of a match
alone
can be too much.

gah

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