A
Myth of my Life
The
chickadees and finches
and
cardinals visit
the
feeder hanging from
the
bare branch.
They
come to
sing
to me
show
me their colors
and
do their air dances.
Beauty
disguises the
blue
jay's villainous intents.
Satanic
squirrels try to raid
the
plastic store.
I
see valiant creatures
I
see devious creatures,
And
fit them all
into
my storyline.
Such beautiful friends visit you feeder to hear your poetry! They are attracted by your seeds of wisdom and the kaleidoscopic poem that is your beautiful life. "Write" on!,as shouted in the 60s. Walt Whitman demands your poems!
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