Between holidays
Birds are still celebrating
In their flurried way.
Where are the squirrels?
Last year a pain in the ass;
Now, a memory.
Waiting in the trees
The bird becomes its branches
While disappearing.
Back to back they face
Covering each other's ass
Like true comrades do.
Outside the steel fence
Queen Anne's Lace husk stands freely;
(To sad that it's dead.)
Edge of the forest
Someone has tied a sign
To forgiving tree.
Shadows in the woods
Are protected by the trees
Which provide safety.
Never frozen tub
Reflects the neighboring trees--
A liquid mirror.
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