The birds outside my window
are not new
having made their nest in the porch light
for seasons now
ever returning
unmindful of the snake below
perhaps because they know
he is an empty threat
all staring eye
and no fang
and I am grateful for it
because their assured homebuilding
gifts me with a song I never new I missed
until spring comes
and I hear it once again

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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2 Responses to birds

  1. Lovely.

    (erm…..something. Anything.)

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