Bird still, on a chain-link fence,
Its backyard interstate, racing whence.
Shimmy of shiny reflection exposed,
Disappears menacingly into dark holes.
Finch pair perches, differences abide,
Surveying the same differently, side by side.
Golden downy tuft of fluff,
A thorny thistle once sheathed it tough.
Diamond-studded viper lies in wait,
serpentines away when I don’t take the bait
Jay chased from its day,
squabbles at me, “Get out of my way”
Cross king centered on its thrown,
the threaded palace is its home.
Wide-eyed kit sits alone,
Naive to a world, it’ll barely know.
River lake to the ocean wends,
Under a sea of fog, it ends.
Taking photos, leaving only prints,
You now have the record of my stint.