You greet me in the morning, flying under the eaves. Serene and steady. Zooming in for nearby nectar. Always aiming to adapt.
I see how you and your cautious cousins coexist. You skitter across pebbled paths. Nest atop spiky saguaros. Hoot through dusty darkness.
You are the best among us. Feathered and unfettered advocates for organic order. If only we could soar like you in this Sonoran life.
2 thoughts on “Under the Eaves”
A cool poem, an ode to our desert birds. Aren’t they remarkable?
Yes, they are!