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.
