knittingknots (knittingknots) wrote,
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Poem: Morning in the Garden

I sit in the garden,
listen to the birds calling
from the willow tree,
darting to land on my fence,
scamper under broccoli.

A robin eyes me,
decides I am not a threat
and goes back to work.
But the red-chested house finch
takes wing off radish blossom.

Two sparrows argue
chasing each other in air –
others ignore them,
but the raven that flies by
gets more of their attention.
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