Majesty
With broad wings pumping
Swiftly and silently
Long legs tightly tucked
They are off for the night
To the Bosque'.
Tomorrow, another day
They’ll come
calling
With guttural cry
Hey where’s
breakfast?
As they stroll amoungst the
Skeleton trees.
Apples are long gone from the
ground.
A few look longingly upwards
at the
Clinging ones.
Fall, they wish, fall!
A jay, laughing, flies
upwards towards the fruit.
Landing on a slender branch enjoys
the meal.
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