The quail family
Meanders through my yard
Cutting down on the
Bug population.
Likewise four brown sparrows
Who ignore the cats
Threat almost
Too long.
A fat robin perches
On the wind chimes
Under the porch overhang
Eyeballing the water bowl
And another cat – he declines
The risk.
And I sit, chin on palm
Watching them all
Through the glass
Still wishing
I could fly.
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Always fun to see you write poetry! What I like about this one is the mood, the quietness & longing, the very clear 'other world' you manage to create here. Very nice!
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