Some Days

Some days are like that. The gray hangs

on. The rain won’t

stop. The birds don’t

sing. The kids start

their steady pick, pick, pick, and all

stations are turned

to squawk. Dogs mope.

Cats sigh. Still, on

the evergreens, blue berries

shine and ravens

take to flight on

glistening wings.

                                                        JDG

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