Acorn
Woodpecker
Red-headed
hoarder
hammers
storage holes into the trunk
of
a twisted coastal oak
or
convenient Monterey Pine.
He
slides bullet-shaped acorns
into
waiting granary chambers,
an
avian Pancho Villa
reloading
dead wood bandolier.
At
twilight, he swoops from tree limbs,
nabs
May flies, swarming termites,
drills
live bark for a restorative nightcap
of
thirst-quenching sap.
Murder in the Afternoon
Daily,
a flock of ebony crows
swoops
over roof tops,
descends
to forage
among
damp mulch
in
neighbourhood yards.
Glossy
blackbird rosaries
bead
sagging power lines.
Pigeon-toed
delinquents strut along sidewalks,
perch
on white picket fence,
jeer
all who pass.
When
challenged by barking terrier,
they
squawk in protest,
flap
just beyond reach,
take
refuge upon tree limbs
where
they continue to scold.
The
mob arrives around 4:30 p.m.
as
if punching a time clock.
Abrasive
invaders descend,
raucously
murder afternoon peace.
Colibri
Iridescent
sprites probe scarlet petals,
whirr
above awakening ceanothus
as
orange sunrise blossoms.
Tiny
scolds brandish needle beaks,
chirp
at territorial invaders,
hector
trespassing dogs.
I
admire white iris unfolding
along
picket fence perimeter.
A
hummingbird halo orbits my head.
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