There’s a new bird in the garden
A call I haven’t heard before.
I dream of beavers, incongruous and out of place.
Dam-building swimmers with no tails.
In a field nearby crows shout their business
I saw the planting there yesterday
A strong woman soring up the earth against the seedlings.
I spend too much on small-boned organic chickens.
Forage mushrooms righteously
Whilst wondering if they’ll make us sick.
I try to get it right
Over and over again
Jul 27, 2023
Jul 27, 2023 at 4:52 AM UTC
There’s a new bird in the garden
A call I haven’t heard before.
I dream of beavers, incongruous and out of place.
Dam-building swimmers with no tails.
In a field nearby crows shout their business
I saw the planting there yesterday
A strong woman soring up the earth against the seedlings.
I spend too much on small-boned organic chickens.
Forage mushrooms righteously
Whilst wondering if they’ll make us sick.
I try to get it right
Over and over again
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