WILD SOCIETY
kingfisher
blur of blue
hi ho silvering across the waters
little bird singing
its heart
the world will never know
the cat curious
and seeking
which life now?
On a spring twig
the jay cocks his head
questioning too
pigs in the woods
eating truffles
wild society
YESTERDAY’S SHADOWS
spring light
through the kitchen window
opening the photo album
autumn dusk
through the attic window
closing the photo album
HUMMINGBIRD II
Your flight is a blur
Your ways a constant whir
You’ll never stir a cat’s fur
Can’t tell whether you’re a he or her
