Monday morning, I had the following experience at the SeaTac disc golf course. Of course, I had to put it to rhyme:
In the dappled shade of a towering pine
the sun I’d craved, I now declined
High above, two little birds
embroiled in more than a war of words
A whirling, twirling, mid-air fight
WHOSE EXPECTATIONS WERE IN THE RIGHT?
If I’d been a cat, I’d have had my sup
wrestling birds cannot stay up
I craned my neck
What kind of birds are those?
They then crash-landed on my nose
That’s how I got my close-up view
of not one little Nuthatch…but two