evening poem, October 20, 2016

 

 

 

The songbirds sit quietly after the rain

High in the treetops, looking down and around

Looking calm, pensive, and even judicious

Thinking, perhaps, that it is time to head south.

Why would anything that can fly stay here for winter?

 

copyright 2016

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