The Return

Winter is over

Officially; we welcome

Spring with open arms.

(I’m sure I’ve said exactly such

At this very time last year.)

Skat@2020

Hawks and Doves II

Carnage on my deck;
Feathers flew in my absence,
Leaving me dove-less.
I searched for strategies, now
Reflectors hang from my trees.

skat@2020

Thought Bubbles

Washing up, I’d a
sudden remembrance: water
filling up a tub
for playtime at Nursery–
some fifty-odd years ago.

skat@2019

Sounding … Off

Gelid suet balls
cemented in dispenser
need to be shattered—
by pounding on the railing—
into edible pieces

skat©2019

Patience

Waxwing Weekend was
wonderful, but for the fact
it lacked for waxwings.
Not one called in–holding out
until all cherries go black.

skat@2018