The Bird Camera
It gray metallic
box rests on a railing of our fence,
Its glass eye
always open, never blinking,
Watching with
the steel gaze of universal indifference,
Capturing every
move.
Every move that
sparrow, starling, mockingbird,
Blackbird will
make
As they peck
away at the grains and seeds
Spilled out for
them.
Today seven,
eight sparrows are pecking away.
Later I will
retrieve the memory card,
Download the
photographs, and
Live in awe once
and gratitude
For this time,
this camera, and these birds.
--December 16,
2013
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