Through a Pane's Eye

THROUGH A PANE’S EYE Out in the summer’s sun, on a bordering fence, a robin relaxed. On the inner side an unknown avian strolled through the grass. After pecking here and there, it flew off; no doubt the drum major for the tailing parade who likewise pecked before taking flight. A platoon of swallows landed, surveyed and resumed their flight; a lone cardinal strutted by—peered through the glass and flew away. The fence’s parallel pea green flora swayed in the summer breeze: a warm rhymical moment canvased through the opened blinds of a pane’s eye.