My little bird house
Still sits without any birds,
Summer, Spring and Fall.
The old barn's still red
Even though the wood shows through;
Wind scrape continues.
Where have they all gone--
Birds that built this tiny house?
New real estate?
Woodpeckers are through;
They have sucked this old tree dry
And left it to fall.
Duet of chainsaws
Singing softly in the woods:
Rondo and a fugue.
Halloween spider
Hangs from the merry mailbox
Under ornaments.
The tree stump's portal
Gives a dim view beyond it:
Beige like the tree stump.
Gives a dim view beyond it:
Beige like the tree stump.
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