cedars and bohemians

an earful of waxwings

here this morning

filling the sky

swooping down

a museum

in

flight

the visitor

this morning

a bird flew by

too swiftly to register

except for its colour

soft downy grey

a dove?

a pigeon?

ghost magpie?

here

and then

gone

~

come again

feather friend

stay

a little longer

next time 

in the hood

and then one evening

a coyote runs down the street

in front of your house

~

a little excitement

in your corner

of

the

city

eyes to the skies

four magpies

alighted on the branches

of a fir tree

here

and then...

gone