Recurrences
They come equal to clay statues painted with dwarf eyes
Greedily eating the treats I put out for them
They come over and visit cautiously
Poking and picking and making a mess
But I don’t mind
I’ve missed their entertaining visits
They have flown far and wide
Deliberate in the pattern of what is now a place of home
Dressed in navy feathers and tout heads
Blue jays screeching about
The ever so tiny chickadees
With such perfect black caps about their heads
Yesterdays vivid calling of the Baltimore oriole
Showing off his bright orange hues
The life long, wondrous, sky scraping chatters
All my little song birds are but are reminder of new beginnings
And at times, harsh endings
Copyright © Laura Mckenzie | Year Posted 2009
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