In steady light rain
low clouds compress
the light’s dull glare.
The blackbird’s feathers
sparkle under their fine cloak
of minute droplets.
His chuckles and shrieks of glee
from the clothesline pole
fill the garden as he raises
his head, half spreads his wings
in the sensual joy
of tiny moist diamonds.
Beautiful!Thank you for sharing it with the world!Best, Sofia
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Thank you !
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🌹🌹
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Your word choices are elegant. I love picturing the joyful blackbird.
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Thank you very much.
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You’re welcome! Squirrels or chipmunks or some wild creature broke my birdfeeder and I miss watching them eat. The blue jay would look me in the eye and scold me if the feeder emptied before he or she got their’s. Lol. I’ve been debating over whether to get another one. The sturdy ones cost quite a bit. Then I’ve thought about making one or getting my handy son-in-law to make one. He’s awfully busy, though. Take care.
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Good to hear from you.
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Its wonderful to watch birds and then write about them. You achieved a noble description.
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Thank you.
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Lovely langauge and poem.
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Thank you very much.
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Awesome!
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Thank you !
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