by Patrice Clarkson | Mar 20, 2013 | My Musings, Poetry
Some birds are strange to me The ones at the feeder I see Nose, two ears and four feet Beneath of thee. Whatever ever type of bird could they be? A deer? A deer you say Stealing seed Right in front of me! But the way they fly Over fence and hill They must have gained...
by Patrice Clarkson | Jun 28, 2012 | Poetry
A butterfly came To my feeder today She fluttered and fluttered Then flew away. Sweet nectar she searches And sips with a touch No matter the flower Sweetness a must. A butterfly came To my feeder today She fluttered and fluttered Then flew away. ~ Patrice ...