Friday, March 25, 2022

Not written today

The tide is in.
The sun in literal rays.
Seagulls dot the blue.

Not Haiku

 
Birds & squirrels fend,
lizards too,
all of them, tails abuzz
with industry.

I watch them out my window, 
tummy full, 
feet in organic socks,
breathing in clean air,
upset that, so often,
life goes on without me.