With a fluff of feathers and a flick of beak,
the mockingbird settles into his afternoon bath.
Head at a cocky angle, he gazes at me,
wondering why I am so rude as to watch his ablutions.
He carries on despite my prying eyes, warm in his golden sunbeam,
then flits away on the cool autumn breeze.
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
Sunday, September 8, 2013
Friday, September 6, 2013
Both of us up before the sun, the rabbit and I greet each other in the dark, early morning fog. He regards me with a wary understanding, ears cocked. Then he bounds away to start his day, away from the prying eyes of wakeful humans clutching steaming mugs of coffee.
Posted by Andrea at 6:04 AM