Middle of The Action

Yesterday, a gray catbird
I spotted with wild picked berries
in it's beak, mewing above my head
like our neighbors housecat, An
Eastern Tiger Swallowtail made
love with the flowers edging the lake
His dionysian feast
These accounts of nature
brought a smile to my face
I find myself calling to nature
All the time at work
as I look from outside the
plastic windows
holding a rag sprayed
with Windex a

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Me

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