Bird Songs

by Willi Brown


After a flurry of motion

and color,

                        wing flap white

sweeping

                        down from the roof

                        thru the trees

                                                the pigeon pulls up sharp

                                                and struts forward

                                                pecking at the ground.

 

Small bird

                        white breast

                        brown head

                        black throat

hops toward me

as tho wingless

                        peeks around the table leg

sees that I am writing (not eating!)

and flies off.

 

                        gobbling seed

                        at the feeder

                        fat gray robin		

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