Paired in the sky,
Two geese soaring together,
Do aerial dance.
The air is blue gray;
The blue jays are blue gray too--
They eat yellow corn.
Each morning I watch
All kinds of birds at breakfast.
Just who's in charge here?
Some scattered snow flakes
Catch my eye in the grayness--
Then there are some more.
Whiteness through the trees:
Old pond has frozen again--
Everything's upside down.
What strange contraption
Lies at the base of the tree
As if it belongs.
Bloating on a tree,
A part of it and yet not--
An alien growth.
Sun through the branches--
Faint gray as if it were moon,
Muted by the clouds.
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