late afternoon

August 1, 2018 by Michael Guerin

sitting beneath a tangle
of branches and grateful
for their shade

a bird whose name
i’ll never know
rested on a limb

and looking down
for some response sang
its song of life

or perhaps just a call
for other birds to perch
nearby just so

while cool autumn breezes
kissed tall grass ready
for a mowing.

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