junco Soma There’s a nest buried in the ground Three tiny eggs Between coastal strawberries and peony As i enter or leave my home You sharply chide a warning I’ve come too close Though you’re the one who nested here It’s the sound of spring to me More than any rust-redded Robin My dark hooded friends Sprightly dancing along the fence A cat watches through the screen door But you’re unbothered as the breeze Junco 250504 ... raze this must just be a springtime service station for them on their way to wherever they reside when they're not here. there were about a dozen of them this time around. five or six came to trust me enough to let me toss them their snacks. the others i would watch from inside the house as they took turns grabbing what i'd left for them to have. such beautiful dark-faced wraiths. always so curious, and so careful. they were a near-constant presence for a few weeks. then, just as suddenly as they appeared, they were gone. i miss them. 250504 what's it to you? who go blather from