I thought

I live in a solitary spot, and I do,

but, since I saw that rabbit inspecting the ground

the other night, I wonder who else I have been

insulting like that: myriads of small birds who sing me

a wake-up call, the owl who alerts them and the

red robin who joins me for breakfast, of course.

Pidgeons making a song and dance on my tin roof, alas,

do count, too.

But also some snails and especially oak and birch

having their leaves caressed or mightily shaken by

breeze, wind and storm. The skies, low and high,

allowing me to breathe.


~ by Barbara S on June 6, 2015.

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