on a summer day

a mourning dove waits his turn

as finches eat seeds

Yellow blackened stripe

Chicka dee dee dee dee dee

Sings the young songbird

the fells to myself

from Skiddaw to Blencathra

but for this sparrow

Chasing jays away,

bringing more sunflower seeds.

Come back, Golden Wings!

One cold winter day

I'm singing for my supper

it's time to move on.

mocking bird forlorn

dust specks gather drunken thought

wishing star finches

Canvasback, floating

on the surface of a world

swirling with trout dreams.

Groping through snowstorm,

the quarry sails over drifts -

Christmas bird count time.

She's feeding her brood -

discarded dove feathers blow

from sidewalk to street.