Saturday, July 31, 2010

and then it was gone

I was sitting on the steps,in the shade, taking a break from weeding and I saw a bird,
return again and again to a clump of grass near the coal bin.



I watched as the day progressed, the mother returned , chirping, several times.

Nearing sunset i went out to see the little bird again, it was frail and too young to fly, and now silent.

its, well its not a telestitch

  OPPS it's not a telestitch it's something I made up, or may-be it is something else.  Poetry fascinates me.  Puzzles  fascinate ...