Wednesday Morning Musings
By Valerie J Laidlaw
September 2, 2020
I was drinking my coffee out back on the deck,
Watching small sparrows, over a dozen,
Spaced out, on the fence,
Near the feeder,
Which, thanks to the red squirrel,
Was empty, again.
So, one by one, they started,
Bobbing their heads,
After, dropping down to the fresh cut lawn,
Searching for the seeds,
The squirrel had swept off the feeder,
To the ground.
With any little noise, or movement detected,
In unison, they departed,
First, to the fence,
Next, hidden inside a bush,
Then, to the topmost branches,
Of the bush, a roof, or a tree.
Lastly, they flitted off,
To flee the neighbor’s dog.
Across the way,
A man was hoisted up in a bucket,
To tie off shafts of a most, magnificent tree,
Carving away at its branches and foliage,
As the leaves absorbed the rays,
Of the rising sun.
My hope, now fulfilled,
Was that the man was there,
Just, to give the tree a trimming,
As another giant of a tree,
Had recently been cut down,
Until, it became a bare skeleton,
Then, no more.
As a result,
At night, to the south and east,
The full moon shines through
A vast, plain void,
Where that majestic beast,
Once stood proud.
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