Cowbirds of South Africa

Senryu and Poem, below: I Autumn, dawn, clouds, lake: Flutter of white storm - trash? Hundred cowbirds: commute II - The Poem: Maybe some 200 cowbirds- All white with adapted, heron-like beaks - Flutter as leaders honk instructions Above the misty waters: Autumn here has begun But I saw manybnests, never such a commute! Maybe more residents have added numbers - Joyfully adding to surprise & smiles - But I am up earlier, to see a neighbor Before he leaves for his job. Happily, above the terrible trash around, Amen for this Golden treasure of a lake - albeit polluted - Offers comorants, ducks, cowbirds and coots A home so near me. To ease exile from clean Europe Good Note: GRACE TODAY FOR THIS WRITE Dankie Jesus Usually, internet service, ads, perishing airtime/ data, or PS submission pages malfunction at the slightest chance. This poem was meant To Be, Hallelujah. Praise Die Heer, as we say here, for allowing not even a word or line to get lost ... Because I fell asleep in the middle of the third line of the three-line senryu above. My concerns on awaking from a surprise nap so early on Saturday turned to all Gratitude And Glory to the Maker of Man, of Creation, of creative Works of human geniuses, and smart cellphones. Today mine was smart! Amen