Morning came.. kind of cloudy.. rain will pour soon.. Mr. dove and Mrs. cooing each day about noon.. sparrows round bird house.. feeder for the crew.. marched in by the mockingbird.. whippoorwill sings for you..
Behind some old tools shed.. under berry hedge.. evil planner watches.. plans his game and makes his dredge.. has a love for birds.. confused love is his use.. plans for his newest ‘Vulture Culture’.. most judges would recuse..
Common is the parasite in social paths and ways.. what one has identifies in part well spent days.. pure of soulful song found in bird wolf and seal.. feline fine acts to define things unseen yet so real..
Vultures and the Condor have wingspan to block the moon.. sees a meal in puppies.. kittens.. mom’s lullaby.. child’s tune.. yet as with the Rhino.. human despot.. clever rat.. a steroid player braille is warning blind lazy and fat..
Dove couple has been here for a few years now.. have a family that serenades a ‘coo’ endowed.. sounds of mother sparrow feeding chirping hungry chicks.. peace upon a quiet land.. song of bird.. cool bird ‘licks’..
To delude is crude use of our energy in life.. for in a ‘Vulture Culture’ all is meal for fork and knife..
I cannot claim letters earned from university.. I cannot claim I have become all I may ever be..
Every now and then I say good things of ‘love and wise’ A thing said best in trust expressed in any newborn eyes 🙂
Thought for this day.. I aspire to every day being one where joy is all I can give.. where my intent is realized well.. Peace Tony