A warbler calls out a plaintive cry
From soggy bushes
His song quivers and trembles
Like raindrops sitting on spent blossoms
It shudders ever so slightly
Before letting go
And disappears into
A silent muddy puddle
Tu crées une image comme personne d’autre.
Tu dois etre mon fan numero 1! Je ne me lasse pas de ton enthousiasme. Merci mon ami.
We’ve got some soggy bushes and muddy puddles around here these days too. And the birds are very active, chasing each other in and out of the trees. Preparation for migration, I suppose.
Love to your poor little wet warbler.-)
Well then, we must be sharing time if not space;-)
The warbler thanks you..
Are we sitting under the same tree, looking at the same rainy day, and the same puddles…, but there’s no bird here…! Oh, that’s right,.., it flew over to your side of the tree. Happy rainy Sunday!
Thank you Paul. Yes, we may just be under the same tree in an alternate universe…. why not? everything is surreal these days!
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