Sit down to sketch
That which is framed
By the mood you’re
In
Around the shoreline
Manmade pond
Walk
A moment or two before sunrise
Avian murmur aligns with the spinning hum of the
Almost syncopated not quite rock and roll
Dance
The morning light reveals flags unfurled
Hundreds of spider webs dappled
Dew and insect
Sing
Box on a pole
With a hole
At water’s edge
Babies stuffed like Cannoli
Beaks smearcaked with bug bits
Sprinkle
By midmorning all but one will fledge
Out of the frying pan and
So it goes
Blue and white
A tree sparrow
Wings its way straight at you
Duck
A Cormorant
Great and Snowy Egrets perched
Circles in the sand
At water’s edge
Blue Gills nesting
Deer Fly
Swat
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