Glass hummingbird hangs
Secure in front of the screen
Between the two worlds.
No birds are coming
Even though the feeder's full.
(They must be bird brains).
The woods are singing
Their high tuneless song today.
(What does it portend?)
Rumbling from the woods;
Last days of hunting season.
Goat turns to see it.
Overturned trash can
And puddles in the driveway--
Two signs of no life.
How long will it take
This leaning old wooden fence
Before it falls?
Curled and wrinkled now
The "No Trespassing" sign
Has lost its power.
The misty gray glade:
Silent chants of elfin ghosts
And Celtic wonders.
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