In our desert Eden, here...we remain. Birds of every kind...all colors come, to peck our grain. The clean green straw, I give to them, they lay upon...they gather, rabbit, coyote , horned toad, lizard, squirrel, things that crawl.
Hawks fly on desert updrafts...soaring high as eagles in our thunder clouds. The desert speaks, in tongues of wind and lightning. Humming birds and butterfly's, float on wings, so small about us, proofs of wonder from the tiniest of all, the ant's, the insect's...buzzing in the morning sun...our menagerie of fun.
Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016, at Deming, New Mexico
Art: google pic
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