Three Guys
She was with them
yesterday,
although hiding
up in an oak.
Three boys and a girl
out in the wilderness.
Was she up there for protection?
How they fly
I’ll never understand,
especially between the trees.
Nine in March.
Where are the other five?
In the belly of a hawk or coyote?
Who are their predators
besides the tide in November?
What’s this?
Uh oh.
Feathers dropped,
a deck of lost cards.
Diminished to
the three guys.