Melancholy day,
Gray and sunless and still cold--
No end of complaints.
Bird feeder is fixed,
But the birds don't come to it.
Alas and alack!
Trees along my house
Stand stark against the gray sky
A lone rooster crows.
Perched high on a tree
Crow becomes a silhouette
Then he disappears.
On this still morning
Air is filled with many sounds:
Crows, roosters and streams.
Trapped in the shadows
Discarded soda can rests,
Stream flows around it.
Weighed down by color
Christmas mailbox has discharged
It's festive contents.
Two birds cross the road
One leads, the other follows
(The way of all things?)
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