a wisp of smoke rises
from the ash and embers
and curls into
the cold morning air
a group of scrub jays
hop from stone-to-stone
around the fire ring
enjoying the lingering warmth
and satisfying their curiosity
about the noisy intruders
I lift my coffee mug
to my lips
and they disappear
into the junipers
and wild persimmons
their raspy calls
reminding me
that I am on their turf
Tom Spencer © 2018
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 10:20 PM UTC
a wisp of smoke rises
from the ash and embers
and curls into
the cold morning air
a group of scrub jays
hop from stone-to-stone
around the fire ring
enjoying the lingering warmth
and satisfying their curiosity
about the noisy intruders
I lift my coffee mug
to my lips
and they disappear
into the junipers
and wild persimmons
their raspy calls
reminding me
that I am on their turf
Tom Spencer © 2018
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