Prose: Come to me, old barn

“Come to me, old barn, and I’ll build you a house,

Cozy and warm and fit for a mouse

or family of finches or sparrows dressed brown.

Come to me, old barn, you may soon live in town.”

gah


["Note the light blue trim from barn board": photos GH]

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Please click here to read the post that inspired the prose.

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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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