Cafe Au Lait

He twittered close to me one wobble at a time without a chirp without a sound just feathers, beady eyes He found a pine cone on the ground and with his beak he tossed it this way ...that Then suddenly he flew away, leaving me at the window watching like a morning starved girl before her cafe au lait
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Lamoureux Avatar
August 5, 2019 at 7:42 AM
What a truly delightful way to start the day. I so enjoyed this piece. Hugs Rick.
Lehman Avatar
July 31, 2019 at 9:04 PM
I love this! Brings to mind the robins at my cottage which rustle through the leaves, throwing them around looking for grubs. Very amusing to watch! Great poem :)
Warrior Avatar
July 30, 2019 at 9:32 AM
I feel like having a cafe au lait now, Pix...your place or mine lol...sending cream & sugar...^WW^ :o)
Leffanta Avatar
July 28, 2019 at 9:02 PM
Oh dreadful to start the morning sans a good lait! Aloha! Rico
Wolf Avatar
July 28, 2019 at 1:19 PM
This poem gives new meaning to the words 'Sweet' and 'Cute.' Just adorable, Pixie. Bravo. :) gw
Roper Avatar
July 28, 2019 at 11:25 AM
Love it... Thank you, :) Hugs Eve
Gauthier Avatar
July 28, 2019 at 8:55 AM
So sweet, Pixie. Love it.
Michael Avatar
July 28, 2019 at 8:26 AM
The sip of eyes before mouth gets to taste...Nice one Pixie
Krutsinger Avatar
July 28, 2019 at 7:27 AM
A slice of life that made me smile, and I pictured you as Heidi, with two long blonde braids down your back, wearing a swiss blouse, and a fancy rickrack-lined skirt.
Pandit Avatar
July 28, 2019 at 6:45 AM
You captured the moment beautifully, Pixie..I enjoyed the read..the scene comes alive as seen from your window.
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