Upon a suburban morning
I watched–green plumed and curious–
a bird alight in my back yard.
He noticed the sprinkler and he,
seeking water to bathe himself,
hopped beneath its glittering drops
before floating to the fence and
then to my neighbor’s hidden yard
beyond the knowledge of the sky.
–This, of course, whole I sipped coffee,
thought big thoughts, and tried to inscribe
words upon nature’s glorious sheen.
G. C. Jeffers 
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