I love watching and listening to my yard preparing for nighttime. As the breezes calm and the wind chimes become vertical, the rest of the yard is still in full activity as dusk falls. The bunny hastens to nibble the latest new growth as he slinks from his shelter beneath the fiddlewood bush near our bedroom window. His little twitching nose and constant wariness keep him a picture of purposeful dining before night happens in earnest.
Tonight I didn’t see any…..
As if magnet-drawn,
Birds descended
On hanging dishes
Filled with new seed.
Dashing red cardinals
Dressed for spring flings
Led the entourage
With cheeps and wild bacchanals
Flitting here, dashing there
Calling undue attention to their revels.
Their dowdy mates
Were no less vocal
But let their voices
Do their bidding
“Do come join me, dear”
They flirted,
Swinging on the newly leaved
Bastard indigo
Just springing into bloom.
While I, sipping cranberry tea,
Watched their…..