my heart longs to know what she sees.
Is it a thank you for the food I left her
only a day ago
that is now gone.
Or,
in the oppressive heat
that is hanging all around the
bottom of the trees
and just above the crisp and
broken leaves of last autumn
has she discovered a hidden
ken of mirth and utter delight
at the simple spectacle
of finding a shiny pebble or
some hidden bauble that
secretly makes her chuckle
and feel wonderfully alive.
I am happy to simply
believe that either of these may be true;
and that perhaps neither of them are true
as well.
Her presence,
her caw
just makes me glad.
author's block carving
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