Perch Chrip
(for my sister, Missy Cecil
— who’s more than a birder)
eyes clear sleep
blinking
in down gown
window dove
singing
heart wonder
cecil missle-thistle
seeking
perch chrip
darwin on the sill
trilling
birdie birdie birdie
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Fantastic last triplet! The poem chirps and flits.
makes me wish
i was born with
a beak>
instead
of lips.. 🙂
You mean chirp not chirp, right Jim? Lovely poem.
Thanks Kevin:
my myopic typo
Well landed:
darwin on the sill
trilling
birdie birdie birdie
Great one!