by Alison

a hundred birds

or so it seems -

dark morning

by Kelly

Stuck behind a light

that goes red green red three times —

I breathe mindfully.

Suddenly, hundreds

of crows fill the sky. Hundreds.

I mean it. Hundreds.

From where? Going where?

Their doings are a puzzle

I wish I could solve.

Then maybe, maybe,

I could also figure out

which path I should choose.

by Kelly

the dogs keep eating

the bread crumbs I spread for birds —

good inentions ruined

by Kelly

a dozen pigeons

huddled on a high street light

in one degree sun

by Kelly

before my tears fall

I hear a sparrow flutter —

weak November sun

by Kelly

I hear them coming

a V of Canada geese —

my needs are changing

by Alison

the seagulls enjoy

flying high and low even

in the parking lot

by Alison

Did you know that a

Shiba Inu barks like a

screaming Parakeet?

by Alison

a hawk soaring up

a yellow leaf floating down -

I want to be both

by Alison

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nursery school drop-off -

she begins to see the world

beyond her mother

.

a brown cardinal

hops along the playground fence -

I drive myself home