All the dun coloured birds
one consonant short
of shit

tossed clods against
eye blue sky

for a moment –
like me.

Daily prompt: Invisible




13 thoughts on “Invisible

    • I think the words commanded me in this case. Sometimes when I’m out walking the dog things just pop into my head. I love it when that happens.


    • The dog is an important part of this opaque poem as it was while walking my wee pooch in a grove of naked deciduous trees that a flock of said dun coloured birds lifted from the branches where they were invisible and into the clear blue sky. If I hadn’t been walking him I never would have noticed. Bless our dogs.


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