September is busting out all over,
leaves with pretty colors,
fill the cool air.
A new sweater for the cool morning air,
will keep me warm as I pick up pretty leaves over and over.
I love the red and orange colors.
Birds of many colors,
are singing as they are flying through the air,
they keep going to the bird feeder many times over.
September will be over with new colors to fill the winter's air.
long feathers shaking
birds gather in a hurry
before food is gone
blue jays
sassy and vocal
blue jays announce their presence~
other birds must leave
party of blue jays
congregate at the feeder~
they are in control
(Party is the term for a flock or group of blue jays)
bright red ~ reddish brown
my feeder is your buffet~
eat and sing thank you
bright is our color
fun and pretty feathered birds
call us cardinals
Feeder Lake
There Is A Lake
Reserved For Silence.
And Nothing Left
To Lose...
Where A Sky Blue
Framing Border
Re-Flects
Every Shiver
Stippled On
A Softened Shore...
That Holds A Dam
Of Tears.
***
I Can Let Some
Flow Out.
But:
I Can't Remember
What The Tears
Are For.
***
I Used To Nearly
Leap Adrift In Sky
And Ride The Future
Rocks Be-Damned...
Into A Moonlit Sea.
*
I Used To Haunt
The Oaks All Night
Beside The Crippled
Creek Where Glowing
Green Embers Howled
And Croaked.
*
But I Can't Feel
Why I Cry-ed Those
Tears - Why I
Fought
Or Drank
Or Choked.
To The Lava Core
It WAS!
Where?
***
I Used To Sob
Over The Flavor
And The Texture
Of Your Skin...
And Hair
And Breathless
Both We Wept
Together There...
And Then
Apart.
***
But I Don't
KNOW
What Those
Tears Are For!
Any More!
***
Irrigation.
Evaporation.
Precipitation.
Flowing,
Pooling,
Kept.
Make The Desert
Red And Wet.
-Gray Squirrel
06-27-2025
wrens crowd the feeder
awaiting their finest chance ~
seeds strewn all over
bird feeder pole snapped in two
suet cakes gone-border collies barking
large furry forager departed- sated
I thought my demons were almost defeated,
But you took their side, and told them my secrets.
Whispered my fears, my doubts, my shame,
Fed them the lies that carry my name.
I thought you would shelter me from the night,
Be my shield when darkness stole my light.
But you opened the doors I fought to close,
And handed them truths that nobody knows.
Now they grow louder, clawing inside,
With your words as weapons, nowhere to hide.
I face them alone, though you stand near,
A stranger now, silence is all I hear.
I trusted your hands to help me heal,
But you wanted pain to be what I feel.
Where once was someone I thought had cared,
Is a ghost of a friend, and an empty chair.
hummingbird feeder
filled to the brim, bird flies in....
barn swallow glides, swoops
Squirrels leap with vain effort,
Baffles guard the seeds.
Autumn's bounty held aloft,
Nature's jest in silent play.
Felicia the fox feeder became a mother of five
When their sainted fox mother was no longer alive
Their mother’s spirit sat in the trees and watched Felicia though
Thrilled she treated her kits with love that continued to grow
She was Felicia’s spirit animal from that moment until forever.
When did she abandon her? Never, and I mean never.
In the backyard I built a penguin feeder
In the hopes of becoming a breeder
But I have yet to spot
A penguin on my lot
So I hired an aquatic cheerleader
At first she attracted a duck and a wren
So I quickly built a large penguin pen
But after ten days
I sent her away
When she only drew in, fishy smelling men
Beautiful birds, taking their fill,
At the feeder, gentle and still…
Risking the time, immobile,
Blessed by the treasure, the meal…
Delicious fortune in the feeder,
Breathtaking, playing follow the leader!
May we be blessed to acknowledge all the wonders in our life
that have, for us, thus far accrued…
and to begin each day with a word of thanks…
and thoughts of gratitude.
Today I’m thankful for the birds who come to our feeders
to partake of a little free food…
and for how they spend times in our trees
singing their songs of gratitude.
Aha! Trees decked with
Gleaming snow, feeder
Still inviting the
Chilled birds...a kind heart,
A thoughtful gesture...
Snow falls incessant!
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