Small Goings-on

The raindrops fall,

making tiny circles

in the puddles

on the porch.

A squirrel,

clutching birdseed,

lifts his small paws

to his mouth.

A wee bird sings,

calling his companions

to the feast.

I, damp with joy,

sit and dryly watch.



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