It's Still Life

I’m watching a grey squirrel who gives me an occasional cautious glance, and it’s shredding the birds table into bits, tossing pieces of wire and mesh around, and then you say, The air smells so fresh this morning, like chlorophyll — and the squirrel is hurling abuse and obscenities at the bird feeder because it’s a temptress and won’t give up its feast — and then I say, It smells like green to me, and as we settle into morning coffee and sunshine, nature’s voice outshines any other.

the roses are in bloom
dew is a lustre across the grass
I paint the stream clear

for Twiglet #181 “So You Say” and
dVerse Haibun “Shining Moment”
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