two herons swirling
bright against the silver moon
an embroidered cloth
Tag: birds
work
a flock of seagulls
excavators hard at work
the stench of landfill
stare
no chorus this morn
the sun casts an icy stare
on still-sleeping birds
gold
dawn sky turning gold
a squirrel frolicks above
two sleeping pigeons
robin
a frost-nipped morning
a bra hangs stiff on the line
robin redbreast chirps
fog
shadows amongst the twigs
the dark shapes of roosting birds
early morning fog
tweeting
the first bird tweeting
cat purrs and dog breathes a sigh
the warmth of my bed
#29
when birds are singing
to welcome the day who could
not be filled with hope
#27
the honking of geese
sharp arrows flying southward
unseasonably
#21
a lone bird singing
in the dark so joyously
before the day breaks
My Eccentric Friend 