
bird on cable line
adapting
to urban sprawl
~kat

beneath deep green cover
tendrils of warm sunlight
fall softly, earth wet with
dew, leaves rustling
in the breeze
~kat

peeper in disguise
i see you
tree knob, eyes blinking
~kat
A Lune in response to Jane Dougherty’s Daily Short-form Poetry Challenge. I discovered this brave fellow in the dig run. Fortunately he’s a shapeshifter, my mutts none-the-wiser. 😊