Many.
Dozens, even....
hovering like intoxicated aliens...
clinging to each other in a drunken jitterbug...
Guess this is spring....
Pollen covers almost every surface....
chainsaws are carving out the dead wood in the distance.
Dogs moan and howl each time a firetruck passes
with sirens squealing...
Mockingbirds mimicking car alarms....
children giggle and race each other home from the bus stop...
cherry blossoms dance across the parking lot...
Silently, high above a red tailed hawk ride the air currents,
perhaps to pluck off the pesky squirrels that steal from my bird feeder.
more dogs...
leaf blowers....
children...
It's almost dinner time.
that is a great walk...sorry i didn't read your poem but i think i just got a head ache so I'll come back and read it in the morn :)
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