bird pieces

the joy of being a bird
must be enormous –
no one else
sings so long

* * *

crow testing my crow-ness
settles beside me
to scold the garbage truck –
my silence fails the test

* * *

first day in May,
jagged bits of sky –
stumbled upon
the first robin’s egg

* * *

© Sarah Whiteley

Not everything I write down becomes a full-fledged poem. But sometimes the fragments are enough to make me happy.


  1. Sometimes fragments make good poetry, for they are more poetic in their truth. Came here through an old post of mine, glad I did. Your words refreshed me, and made me want to read more often.




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