The flotilla of geese gliding on the mirror lake
Blurt out the name of the town:
Burke! Burke! Burke!
The iris purples the water's edge,
Ignoring their nasty noise.
A red-winged blackbird
Longs to perch on cattail or cornstalk
In the sea of suburban green,
And finding none, he grumps:
Burke Burkity Burke.
No honking from me. They can do it on their own.
ReplyDeleteHi Forsythia!
ReplyDeleteEnjoy the Spring/Summer that has finally come. We had about a dozen turkeys in my daughter's back yard last week. Our 20 month-old loves them ""Turkey, Turkey" he yells as he runs toward them and they waddle away.