Hoping to take in more
Than enough to get you
Through yet another day,
You’re out in the garden next
To the flower beds when
You stop dead in your tracks
(As they say) dumb-founded
By the insistent scratching
Of sparrows sparring over
Last year’s seeds overlooked
In the few scrubby weeds
Remaining a few steps away.
Wonderful "little" poem! A number of rhymes, semi-hidden, sing! Catching this moment and portraying these--and our--lives, we who also search in the past for what can keep us going. Thanks for this one! It's a beauty.
ReplyDeleteThanks for this wonderful "little" comment!
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