Tonight, you chat as you splash,
so pleased to break away,
away from the thicket,
beyond branches and brush,
far from the forest
and the tiresome back and forth,
to this basin. Your bib beads
with water, your black cap drips
as you dip, and while you bathe,
your body pitches with pleasure.
Dee-dee-dee, you whistle.
Your feathers flutter, carefree
you call, chick-a-dee-dee-dee!
Tonight, you escape
for a moment or two.
©2010 Jeannie E. Roberts
VERSE WISCONSIN, ISSUE 107, November 2011 www.versewisconsin.org
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