Fast Food
Up
in the sky
on thermals
riding high,
a kite;
Out
from below
looking to and fro,
three sleepy
dormice;
High
in a tree,
so,so hungry
nestlings,one,two
and three,
Straight,
to their door
today's plat du jour
live rodents
galore
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2012
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