*photo by Abby Ruppert
I sit on my porch
A’ counting bird peeps
Chirps, cheeps, “cheer-ups,” clicks, coos, squeaks, screeches, songs, squawks, whistles,
tweets and retweets
Bird language.
How many are there . . . . . . . how many of sorts
Counting on my hands . . . . And feet . . . . counting
My stunning feathery fluffy winged friends . . . . . flickering and flitting about
Busily, or like me killing time.
Where do you come from
Where do you go
I want to know
Where do you live
When do the swallows sleep
Counting and counting
I fell fast asleep . . . . Astounded!
The wonders of nature . . . . . . . the numbers of cheeps
By ten-X times tens
Counting peeps chirps and cheeps.
tom tenbrunsel
A Carl Sandburg Writer
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