Mourning Cloak escort
through spring woods finds
Jays on high alert and
a pair of Wild Turkeys
in deep debate.
No less than eight
Ospreys swoop and swirl,
with no regrets.
Just one Egret.
Two Vireo,
in stereo:
chartreuse!
©2015, Jen Payne, #12 National Poetry Month
Photo ©2015, Jen Payne
I love Mourning Cloaks. Sometimes they’ll come and sit on you. :-)
It seemed that when I called to them, they came back for a second look (or two). “Who are those goofy humans trying to talk Butterfly?”