GloPoWriMo – Day 29

In Wilderness

The verdin stops

for just a moment

on the branch
of lantana

it bounces
under his weight
of less than a feather

He eyes me
with bright darts
and quick looks

then hops
to the desert willow
beneath which I sit.

Cocked head,
a small voice
but louder

than my own.
We talk of the
sudden heat

the quiet street
the fading pansies.

I dare not mention
his globe of a nest
hanging from the
mesquite

for it is a
secret, which I will
not let on to.

It is
the wilderness.

Daily Prompt:  “write a paean to the stalwart hero of your household: your pet,” from Na/GloPoWriMo.

Author’s note: I don’t have a pet. I have many, many friends with whom I share the garden. This is one of them!

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