she steps in morning air
raindrops tap percussion
solo down gray
stretched guttering
white inkblot scrolls
through sky
Rorschach cloud
floating by
she sips cold coffee
from a chipped cup
whistles notes to a
scarlet bird
he cocks head side to side
from scaffold
on an oak limb
then sings back an answer
© Sharon Frye
This made me smile: my father used to whistle the cardinal call to get our attention. I use the same call for my children. I call back and forth to cardinals and chickadees – and then someone suggested I might be interfering with their mating. Oh! Wouldn’t want to do that, but I do like interacting!
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