as the sun climbs out from slumber I hear them
though they mimic the birds and insects,
I am not fooled
when they turn their backs,
wings barely fluttering
hovering at unequal heights
to land amongst the greenery,
their tinkling titter betrays them,
I assume an unmindful air
of their masquerade
that they will gather
again another dawn
I’m taking part in the January 2012 River of Stones.
For more Stones from day 11 click here.
My other stones so far…