Little patch of earth
Where the fenceline ends
Just a patch
Barely fractioned of an acre
The birds eat there.
Seeds across the ground
They peck.
As the squirrels flip their tails
Stealing what they can
If I look hard enough
It is all there is.
My little window.
Forgetting all else.
I watch


Poem written by Jeremy C Kester
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©2017 Jeremy C Kester – All Rights Reserved

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