It’s very dry and the
It seems like May and I like it so.
My kayak is getting closer to shore.
Heat warms the house through an open door.
Birds arrive daily to perform a show.
Joyously they prepare nest and bough.
Mating and floating through water and air.
Chirp, honk, twitter: a sensory fair.
There’s something musical about all this.
Birds dance in the air with form and pitch.
Cackle, banter, hoot and shriek,
They coordinate wings, feet and beak.