Not much today, I'm afraid it's slim pickinsville. But at least it's something. .
A cotton candy sky greets the eye
as I pull back the curtains. Outside
papa sparrow sits atop his house
while mama, inside, broods
on their clutch
awaiting the first
against calcium shell.
Squirrels chase each other’s tails
in wild loop-de-loops while a small
of starlings plays a game
with a last nights’s bread.
down in fits to forage
in the grass.
At seven thirty am the backyard’s
than the five o’clock freeway.