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One stream trickling away from the desert.
One bird lands to sip
Delicately, as birds will
Beakful by beakful
The sweet cool water
Life giving, nourishing.
And then with ten powerful thrusts of his wings
He is again aloft
Looking for something
Only he knows.
One bird in the sky
And not much at all to tell.
But to him
It is the only story that matters.
Sparrow sings, happy
Solid stream, frozen insects
Spring sun forgotten
This masterpiece is the result of a joint effort between Cowdog Creatives (https://peteycowdogcreatives.wordpress.com/) and myself.
It’s easy to forget
She always comes back
That emptyheaded little bluebird
God knows why
She has everything she needs here
I do all I can to make her comfortable
But sometimes she just
And I wait for her
Looking anxiously out the window
Refilling her water bowl
Putting out her favorite treats
Trying in vain to lure her back
That she didn’t leave for good this time.
I need her
To fill my day with songs again.