Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Waiting For Seeds

Waiting For Seeds
By: James Dubeau

Sitting high atop the birch
Surveying all that he sees
Waiting for his moment to strike
Waiting for his moment to seize

Birds flutter in
Pecking all around
But there is no treasure
None to be found

A bounty of fresh seeds
Is what he desired
Waiting and watching
While growing tired

The sun fell
The moon rose
After all this time
He felt hosed

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