Poetry is for the birds

[livewell]

The tree I sit under has filled with chickadees,
tiny, black and grey and white,
fluttering strong wings,
peeps and cheeps of outrage to find their table occupied,

the lookout calling, high,
high above

A hand outstretched in any direction could reach a dozen perches

This money can not buy.

(this really happened to me

this was my seat (except I do have a pillow that I stash in the branches of this Wayward Pine)

[ErikaRobin]

Nov. 20, 2009 at 10:50 PM

I want to come stay at your place!   Love the picture you just put into my head. 

[AM-BRAT]

Nov. 20, 2009 at 11:41 PM

WOW that is a beautiful PERCH! I would be writing poetry too! Very nice...

[Mommygoose]

Nov. 21, 2009 at 12:02 PM

Looks like an awesome place to relax, read, write poetry!! The bird part icked me out a biot though!!! I am not a fan of flocks of birds!!!!!!!!! Darn Hitchcock!!! lol

[Chibi_Kitten]

Nov. 21, 2009 at 9:29 PM

Very nice, beautiful.

[callmeann]

Nov. 24, 2009 at 1:06 PM

I like poetry that paints a picture.

[mommeehunnybee]

Nov. 24, 2009 at 1:12 PM

What a serene little space you have. In my pine trees, you would find in arms' reach the perches of a dozen palmetto bugs... eww.