Through a window, December night after rain
Negative space of roof and branches
are defined by the rising moon, crow-sized
negative image of the crow’s solid eye. Just the other
day, a young pileated woodpecker stood
right where the moon is tonight, as bright,
exactly as big, cartoonish, sounding like a monkey
afraid of the moon in the leafless branches
This poem is definitely something to crow over… seriously! that line is perfect
Thank you. I am refraining from any additional bird puns. So that this comment won’t, you know, go south.
yes, that would be a tern for the worse…
I can’t believe you had the gull to do that!
I know, I should stop, it’s a no-wren situation
Wow. You are robin me of any enthusiasm to go on.
Owl just show myself out…
How hawkward this has become!
Toucan say that again!
Oh man. I am so gonna get you guys.
Please sparrow us from your wrath!
Ok, from heron out, no more puns