Oh To God These Simple Things We Ignore-A Yard Gathering
Oh, to God the simple things we ignore
Away
While stopping at a stop sign
I watched a group
Of little black birds
On a lawn
On someone's yard
A congregational gathering
Feasting off something
The provider gives all
All they need to feed they eat
In the midst of them
Amongst them one lonely baby black squirrel
A large crowd like in Spring Break in Miami
I was feeling naughty so I blew my horn
At the congregation
And they all scampered away
3/17/21
Written word by James Edward Lee Sr 2021
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2021
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