Bird Highway

Birds sail past our bedroom

window each morning at daybreak.

Coffee on, we watch from bed.

 

Mallards wing 

           east 

           to Lake Whatcom

           ready to dabble weed and mud.

 

Some swim with ducklings, some alone.

          In our group of two

          we rise

          and fry eggs. 

 

 

 

2 thoughts on “Bird Highway

  1. I am a bird lover and loved the imagery and irony in this poem! Wonderful! Great start to the Poetry marathon! I really loved the line “ready to dabble weed and mud.” Perfect!

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