An afternoon with nought to do but perch
amid the verdant lush, on cushioned bench,
My doggie and my camera, neath the birch,
Watching chipmunks digging out their trench.
When in a flash, a wave of black descended
Upon the branches far as I could see,
Alas, the blackbirds, starlings soared, suspended
o’er my head, “They’re back” to grab my seeds!
Preferring most my finches, bluebirds, wrens,
Their warbles, hues; melodious and gay,
Whilst rueing ruder starling, viewed through lens
her plumage seemed perfection on display.
An afternoon in nature, taking time
to look beyond facades that make us blind.
Photo a Friday:#park