I paused this morning
on my walk
To stand and listen
to the small birds talk.
Perched high up
in the Paloverde tree
they called to each other
too-whit, too-whee.
Their calling song
made me smile
and helped me walk
an extra mile.
It is Sunday and it is Vida de Loca day in Tucson. This is like a big community picnic, where lots of local restaurants have booths to sell ethnic foods. Early this morning there was a farmers market to sell local produce. And of course there is music and dancing. Can you write a picnic poem today? What fun things happen at your picnics? Have fun writing.
I love this poem, Joy, a small moment captured for the day.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Linda.
DeleteAre you done with snow for this year yet? We are starting to heat up quickly. All the "snow birds" are leaving town. It was 82 again yesterday, and I see the cherry blossoms are happening in DC, and there is flooding in other parts of the South.
Joy,
ReplyDeleteI love that the birds motivated you to walk an extra mile. What type birds were these? I liked their calls.
Linda, I'm not sure exactly, They looked a lot like chickadees, but not exactly. I've had my bird book out a lot lately. This morning I watched a young gila woodpecker tilting my hummingbird feeder so he could get the sugar liquid to slosh out. He didn't have his red hat yet, but oh what a beautiful yellow on the feathers under his rump.
DeleteAnd your poem made me smile. This is a really good one. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteThanks for that "really" Rosi. You've made my day.
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