Birds’ Bath
Two inches of water
stand. Shiny puddle
in a blackened stone bowl.
Wee brown down thing,
wind-puffed; yellow legs
lengthened in liquid glass.
You blow like a leaf
into the dish, dip
and look up. Dip.
Look up. Hop. Fly.
Content
… beware a woman with no obvious vices …
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Re: Birds’ Bath
29 April 2010 @ 4:55 pm
simply beautiful…
29 April 2010 @ 5:52 pm
…mighty kind words, Ron. Come back often. Better still, join the Writing Adventure Group.