Looking Out the Window
I’m lying in the sun, looking out the window
Watching some flying things.
A shape hits my view. Was that a flying frog?
The underside looked like a scrawny half-grown chicken.
The next thing I see hurled up into the air
Is half wasp, half faerie, with a huge underbelly.
I sit up straight and pay full attention.
Grab my cellphone and get ready for some
National Geographic winner of the year pix.
Nothing flies by now except a few regular birds.
All laughing at me, knowing my predicament.
Regular day in the country after too much sun.
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