My window
shows a brilliant pair—
Orioles
Playfully
Woo in reborn branches, just
On the horizon—
A heron aloft.
Skat@2024
My window
shows a brilliant pair—
Orioles
Playfully
Woo in reborn branches, just
On the horizon—
A heron aloft.
Skat@2024
It’s raining
grackles are grappling
outside my
window, but
I’m disinclined to crack on
and cater to birds.
Skat@2024
I awoke
middle of the night
thinking that
I’d messed up
the count—and of course I’m right!
(Reread Sixty-eight).
Skat@2024
Some people
(or so I’ve been told)
have drugs in
their pocket
sic 70s “Bad Habits”.
Mine’s got a fur mouse.
Skat@2024
Another
typical day of
uninspired
waterlog—
more showers and bog here in
bloody Canada.
Skat@2024
A chipping sparrow
Struck my window, breaking its
Wee neck, and my heart.
Skat @2024
Update:
I had carefully placed the sparrow in a branch of the Christmas tree I have on my deck. Its head appeared to be leaning to the right. I left it there in a sheltered spot to die peacefully. I watched and it was very still. I planned on picking it up later to lay it down underneath the cedars at the bottom of my garden.
Wonder of wonders! Thirty minutes had passed and my husband called out to me, it’s gone! He had seen it drop down from the tree and fly away. My heart is unbroken.
On this Father’s Day—
Wed twenty-nine years, thinking
Of my “Daddy”—gone.
Skat@2023
Brand new spectacles
Appeared to be fine in-store
Hours later, finding
Indentations behind ears—
Adjustment’s not optional
Skat@2023
Plentiful rainfall
Clears the air of choking smoke
All things breathe again
Skat@2023
Stark white egret stands
Erect in the murky pond—
Smoke lurks in the air
Skat@2023