Dear Reader:

Just for your info,

Sometimes my internal rhymes

Are in the title. 😉

Skat@2022

Another Year

Waiting for boosters;

Birds roost outside my window

(Reading Proust (I lie)).

skat@2022

Rare Birds (Not A Rune)

Where once I thought I’d never see
A lonely waxwing in my cherry tree,
Not only one, but six delight,
In berry-picking, morn ’til night!

The robin’s not inclined to share,
Now her days are filled with care,
But waxwings won’t give up the fight,
They’ll strip the tree, e’er they take flight.

Meanwhile I sit and enjoy the scene,
As between them all, my tree’s picked clean.

skat@2017

(pictures to follow)

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