While I eat my lunch,
 
a crow on my backyard fence
 
begs for a handout.

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slipping through the slats
 
of my next-door neighbor’s fence:
 
a mourning dove’s song

 
 
 

Raven on the fence,
 
how much more must I endure
 
of your cheeky tongue?

 
 
 

Blackbird on the fence,
 
it’s not even first-light yet!
 
Why can’t you be still?

 
 
 

Magpie on the fence,
 
what have you to share with me?
 
Let the tales begin!

 
 
 

Wind, relentless wind!
 
Yet the cobwebs on a fence
 
trap a dozen flies.

 
 
 

First day of the month—
 
a purple iris greets me
 
near the backyard fence.