Fat birds at feeder;
Gray sky is threatening now;
Brown bushes are bare.
Fat birds are leaving;
They don't just hog the feeder.
(Where did they learn that?)
It's always the cows
Living their lives quietly
In a tiny space.
The happy jogger:
Some days she sings to herself.
Today, she just smiles.
Desolate swamp land
Grows by the side of the road,
As stream waters flow.
The ignorant buds
That swell in January.
(Don't know calendars.)
Standing side by side--
Three very truncated trunks;
They have lost their heads.
Through the tall dead trunk,
A small portal to beyond:
Bare tree limbs are framed.
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