Redwinged blackbirds
cling to soft tops
of Chinook stirred
cattails
in a ditchfed slough
near a gravelled
prairie secondary
random
feathered flowers
swaying, singing
then flying free
in morning sunlight.
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3 comments:
The idea of birds as "feathered flowers" and "random" at that, is perfect. I suppose coyotes spend a lot of time watching birds, in the way of planning a snack...
In the way of planning a whole buncha snacks...
And I like the way a nice poem here has turned into a food conversation.
:)
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