I got up early

to view the slightly rippled

surface of Moon’s self-portrait

lying unhung in the pond

as owls hooted their reviews.

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They may have arrived first,

those squirrels, but

the hungry birds won’t

let them dine in peace.

After being dive bombed,

the squirrels finally

make room at the table.

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It’s breathtakingly hard

 to remember to pause, 

take several breaths and think

before we respond in a way

we’ll later regret.

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Hummingbirds sip from

the few remaining purple flowers.

Though they’ll soon move on

to other blooms, they’ll remember

and return next year

to their faithful purple friends.

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Guilt-tripped by the birds.

As they lined the porch rail,

their message was clear:

even though it’s raining

we still have to eat.

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On this wee patch of ground

there’s a whole lot going on.

There’s more than I can hear or see

as one note in this moving symphony.

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