tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4513702670120363707.post6917005693028206985..comments2024-01-05T05:32:54.346-05:00Comments on S.A. Larsen, Award-winning author of middle grade & young adult fiction: Monday Morning Munchies #1S.A. Larsenッhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06241633272588383935noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4513702670120363707.post-22839680399380486452010-01-28T21:37:14.095-05:002010-01-28T21:37:14.095-05:00I am a crow sitting on a wire
watching
I am a card...I am a crow sitting on a wire<br />watching<br />I am a cardinal<br />blood red against the snow<br />I am a chickadee<br />flitting from branch to branch<br />I am a pilliated wood-pecker<br />tap-tapping<br />I am a hawk<br />looking for my next meal<br />I am a seagull<br />haunting the parking lot<br />I am the robin<br />waiting for spring<br />to come homemshatchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06308916014310536449noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4513702670120363707.post-55356984496142828492010-01-28T08:15:34.548-05:002010-01-28T08:15:34.548-05:00My spiny talons shave the skin of the branch as I ...My spiny talons shave the skin of the branch as I scan the blanket of fluff below me; shards flutter into the dense air. The chill at the end of my beak warms as I tuck it just so beneath my wing and pluck at a feather. The timid pitter-patter of paws draws me out of myself, into the wilderness. There, though blending in the cold powder with supreme talent, it's movements are too jerky for my keen eyes. I lean my solid body forward and plummet off the brittle branch, ready to catch my next meal.Sheri Larsenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07302151446257041999noreply@blogger.com