Wednesday, October 3, 2007 - October morning
Air full of fresh moisture
and the trees clad in yellow and red,
leaves on the wet black pavement
like berries you'd like to pick up,
some of them brown mushy mushy mush
you'd hate to sweep up.
Jays flying high flappety-flap,
long, steep glides down into the foliage of an oak
and then back to the shades of forests and the secret stashes
front-heavy of the load of acorns in their throats -
one more in the bill!
High up in a birch-top
half-covered in mist,
a crow wet and black and grey
ready to fall down on the ground
like a stone
next to a rotting apple.
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