Tag: Birding


Black stains on my face From leaning too hard Against the screened-window facing My neighbor's backyard. Tiny birds everywhere, Hearing the rush of their wings, No time to watch All the yellow flying things.


Hello, hello, Where did you go? I've chased you about, With no luck to recount, But a picture to remember you by. Hello, hello, With whom do you go? While I chase you 'round the clock, You are always with your flock, While I struggle on foot by my lonely self. Hello, hello, In what … Continue reading Hello