7.14.19 7.22 a.m. 69 degrees

by John Stanizzi,

Pecking the air with their chuck chuck, the grackles worry the trees.
Owl feather floating delicately on the pond, are you part of the reason for the
noise this morning.  Was that you whose wide rump I glimpsed
dexterously wheeling through the thick overgrowth, touching nothing, silently.