To Each His Own

The rustling of many wings

fills the morning air 

as flock after flock flies south.

The pileated woodpecker 

doesn’t seem to give a peck. 

The male cardinal shakes his head.

The common raven gives them caws.

They’ll happily spend the winter here

and eat their meals upon my deck.






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