Morning.
My window open
the new days view
in front of me
So bright the birch,
fresh burnished by the sun
standing in front of
the lichened wall.
the hanging bird feeder,
full of grains,
waits for the birds that
rarely come.
the cats
who reign here
have exiled or
killed them all
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 6:10 PM UTC
Morning.
My window open
the new days view
in front of me
So bright the birch,
fresh burnished by the sun
standing in front of
the lichened wall.
the hanging bird feeder,
full of grains,
waits for the birds that
rarely come.
the cats
who reign here
have exiled or
killed them all