Ode to Chickadee
Ode to Chickadee
A chickadee is tougher than you think.
One landed on my hand,
I thought it would be light,
it had weight.
I thought it would be mysterious.
Instead it was a fact
with claws
and eyes.
More like a poker player
than a poem.
Oh chickadee,
Oh chickadee,
outside
silently.
Black, white and brown
flies branch to branch
all day long;
light and strong and able
to change direction
at 1/100 of a second.
posted by Veronica @ 8:43 am
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