Wednesday, June 17, 2020

Bluebird Lovers

He lands beside her
She demures and scoots away
He scoots toward her

Again she demures
And he moves in closer yet
She takes to the air

But she doesn't fly
Only hovers, fluttering
He reads her signal

Such spinning, crashing,
fluttering, oh my. Likely
a third brood coming

~dkm 333/365


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