Birds
You left behind your turds
Words
A statue got tired of birds
Leaving their calling card, turds!
So he said this is it
I am tired of this s**t
and those were his very last words
9-29-2024
In mystery wrapped
Forever behind the scenes
Did he pen King Lear
Othello, Hamlet ~ or was
He a Midsummer's Night Dream
of joy’s single tear
the substance of a lifetime
spurring eyes upward
as a body freezes cold
God’s servant leaves calling card
9/3/2021
A splotch of white on my front deck,
Its whiteness quite exquisite,
Has let me know that recently,
A bird's dropped by to visit.
I don't know if he planned to stay
Or was just passing through,
But what he left behind announced,
"Here's something just for you!"
A calling card from feathered friend,
Though lacking couth or class,
Deserves a nod of admiration,
For it's sure got sass!
It captures me and makes me stand still
This scent that lingers in my mind
It calms my nerves and makes me think of you
It's a mystery
The effect is overwhelming
It's my own solution to clear my mind
It makes me feel enclosed and loved
A safety I can always turn to
It puts me in a steady rhythm
and my heart can beat with ease
They're all unique
but I'm still searching for that one
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