A bright flood of nuthatches alight on young oak,
thoughts lift,
walk impossible angles,
hang from the feeding branch.
Bugs and birds, marriage of prey and predator,
a beginning and end allowing more
to begin.
In savory pause,
A break in the sky carries them away…
A bright flood of nuthatches
15 Friday Aug 2014
Posted in nature, poems, poetry, transition
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