Early this morning two blue jays were arguing in the Palatka holly,
Red berries finally ripened, not aware it is now spring,
shaking as the blue feathered birds hopped from branch to branch.
Midday the gulls swoop over my head
Making loud calls that echoed everywhere…
As the sun set,
A flock of geese in a perfect V flew over my head…
Banked and turned north, following the river….
In front of me,
Stood a single goose…
Dead center in the middle of the road,
But before I could write that story in my mind,
I looked where the goose was gazing into the grass…
And there in the grass was another goose gazing back.
Don’t follow the crowd,