Living and Rotting

 

New bird feeder's out;

Soon, all bears will be sleeping.

The birds will return.

Different light Falling,

As an aged person walks--

Just taking his time. 

Mushroom gathering:

A soft beige gathering--

Living and rotting.

Strange bird is chirping-

Sounds like a crow that is gurgling

And just can't spit up.

Collette is eating,

Munching on the dry dead leaves.

I guess they're crunchy.

Thanks for the soft breeze--

It blows away all the bugs

And makes me happy.

Irish call it "soft"--

This gray day of gentle winds

With the hint of rain.

Why are these bright flags

Rippling in the soft breeze?

How did they get there?