Who’s Watching Who?

…the brittle branches clothed in ice, glittering glass. Across the street a large limb, bough breaking from a tall tree — too much water, frozen tough tender thoughts shattered. I mourned for that wounded warrior, carcass, yo-yo weather, MAKE UP YOUR MIND… When I saw the weather was bad, I shuffled through the slush, rain and snow spitting ON ME, as I put the food on the windowsill. I heard the Blue Jay call from a nearby tree. I answered. (He saw what I was doing!) Within the hour, my roots, bush and porch – Blue Jays, Red Cardinals, Gray Finches and Starlings [with their yellow beaks and gold undercoats] INUNDATING!  The weather was bad and they SAW that I put out food. …thrilling

A Unique Beat

The gray nimbus cloud BURST and the rain came.
Can a wrenching human sob be the same?
Two angry cats circling each other;
Potential cloudburst of rage, oh rather…
A thin man ran, his breathing a cloud burst.
Is a dog panting a symptom of thirst?
Cloudburst aptly describes our bad living.
Problems percolate until we’re seething.
Small wrens singing, cloudburst in the bushes;
Riotous Joy [!] in my psyche, wishes…

(And so, IT continues.)