Saturday, March 19, 2011
A jay flies one way
a jet another, criss-cross
A robin stands silhouetted gull-like
branch becoming beach.
Overhead crows harass a hawk.
One moment in the backyard
The beauty almost hurts.
My backyard is actually fenced in. There are some trees, a creek behind, a deck above.
You can hear traffic on the Interstate a couple miles distant.
The block I live on ends at the train tracks.
This is city and suburb inside “The Perimeter” of I-285.
And yet… so much is right here.
Why go anywhere?
Mr. Bluebird started a nest last week, only to abandon his effort.
Bennie and I may have been too noisy.
A couple days ago two jays started a nest way high in a pine.
They gave up too. Close observation suggests that may have been a case of incompetence. They seemed to knock more twigs out in one moment than they could collect in half an hour.
But, I am sure that somewhere nests are being built.
Nature never gives up.
Nature seems to never be impatient.