Guano with the Wind

Guano with the Wind





Uneven vees across pastel skies

Amidst umber hues raising sage eyebrows

As winter stuffs her aviary south again

Sunlit vistas spilling their lucent orange sauce



My only hope ……

to hit the little, feathered bastard that ruined my clear-coat finish.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Pretty much stands on its own.  An exagerated nature poem with a quick, unexpected punch-line.  Although perhaps the word play in the title gives it away.

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