She trembled,
standing over me,
scolding.
I listened politely from my makeshift desk,
clueless to her meaning.
She stared a moment,
left in a huff.
I returned to the page.
Back in an instant,
more insistent,
she shrewed,
"Vit, vitvitvit, vitvit,"
then launched from her perch,
dove, just missing my head,
joined her baby
in the nest above.
There is something special going on with words and a picture here...
ReplyDeleteI take this as high praise my revered friend. Thank you for the time you choose to spend reading my work. There is no greater gift. xo
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