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.

Mar Startari, copyright June 2020

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