Bird Bath
Bird Bath
You bask in the sun as you crane to inspect
that bird in the water, demanding respect.
How odd that he has not one thing to say
and as you caw your challenge, doesn’t fly away.
When you bob your head at him, he bobs at you.
He’s an image of everything you choose to do.
Then, Mr. Raven, as you fly away,
So too does the other decide not to stay.
Just as you stage your sudden defection,
flying away with you is your reflection.
The One Word Sunday prompt is reflection.

Clever and beautifully crafted—a playful yet poignant reminder of how we often confront ourselves in the world around us. The twist with the reflection is both humorous and reflective, quite literally!
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So cute Judy
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He’s enjoying himself
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He really was. It was at my friend Sharon’s house.
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you are wise and write a beautiful light poem about your raven. It’s like reading Mother Goose for big people.
your playing with words seems effortless. I know you work hard, but bloodx/sweat/tears don’t show.
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Good one, Judy, or two.
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