Small brown birds gather at the brush pile
in my unmanicured back yard.
Here in this disordered space
they find food, community,
and refuge from soaring hawks
and more persnickity larger birds.
Here in this disordered space
they’re free to nest and sing.
JDG
I love this Joan! Makes me less critical of MY unordered space!
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