three tiny bluebirds
in my holly bush
eating the red berries
bright blue backs
rusty chests
plump white bellies
they see me
drinking my coffee
watching them
pluck more berries
off the branches
and then fly away
twittering in protest
of their breakfast
being interrupted
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PoesíaMy heart overflows . . . in poems. Poetry is painting with words as the colors. Awesome cover by @DazzlingGray.
