Berries

Berries cover oatmeal

In the bowl upon my lap

And coffee is perched precariously

Along this chair’s arm

A cool sunny morning

To survey the landscape of my life

Full as sparrow’s belly

As it gorges at the feeder

Little winged pig

Flies away beneath this

Tiffany blue sky

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