A glorious sun rises over a sleepy land
still dressed in dreams.
Stray mist retreats
with laggard clouds over the hill.
Shuttered houses eyes closed
nearly sparkle in his light.
It’s early.
The pepper tree glistens and stays quite still
inviting finches to land and settle.
Prime property for nesting
pink pepper ready for pecking
limbs are smooth and sturdy
no bothersome neighbors…
Come watch the Med from on high.
See her smile and stretch all shiny and new,
then sing your song clear and clean
send notes up to the waiting sky,
in ribbons to wrap around and move
through cedars and pines.
Come perch here a spell,
watch your music dance down the hill
hang a left at the school tickling a child’s ear
then bounce further to soothe the old man
sitting on the bench by the church….
No takers. Wee birds are busy
peering preening poking picking
flitting fetching feathering.
No time to tweet for sweets.
unbuttoned or undone 
A playful pepper tree poem. ” pink pepper ready for pecking” a peck of pickled peppers. I think pigtails purloined your pen.-)
rjb
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The brat!… But she had so much fun I let her loose. 🙂
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“Wee birds are busy peering preening poking picking flitting fetching feathering”
That has to be one of the greatest captures of birds i’ve ever read. So perfect. So accurate.
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Thank you John. It was fun too. I tried to say it out loud fast twice and stumbled…
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No time to tweet for sweets.
This is a clever line. Made me smile.
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I am glad I did. Thank you.
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A fun poem, Emm. I never saw a pepper tree, and never hope to see one, but this I will say anyhow, I’d rather see than be one. 🙂 Hugs!
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🙂
Ha!
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This poem was fun and Willy broke out in a Snoopy dance. Anytime Willy does a Snoopy dance you know it’s two wee dragon thumbs up! 🙂
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Snoopy dance with ears flopping and toes twirling? Ooh I have a huge grin on my face!
What could be more happifying than a wee dragon dancing?
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