Black birds settle on telephone wires
like notes on a musical stave.
They shift and flutter and what transpires
is a magical bird conclave.
My fingers dance on ivory keys
playing music bird by bird.
As they stir, I play new melodies
as sweet as I’ve ever heard.
© 2016 Rosi Hollinbeck. All rights reserved.
Amy Ludwig VanDerwater has challenged us to write poems about small things— animals or objects you see everyday and don't give much thought. Click HERE for more details.
Send your poem to TodaysLittleDitty (at) gmail (dot) com, or use the contact form in the sidebar to the right. All contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration this Friday, March 25th, and one lucky participant will win a personalized copy of her delightful nonfiction picture book: