Twisted Cowboy Blog

Late winter Montana morning
momentarily silent
when the distant line of semis
headed for ‘90
break for coffee.

Chickadees silently rioting
around the new feeder,
swooping to trees and back,
tirelessly sorting
sunflower seeds from millet,
sample suet and
decorate the deck
with cross-hatched bird foot designs
on a pure white canvas.

On north slopes,
icy snow skeletons brace themselves
for another forty-five-degree day,
their frozen fingers reaching
down to the fence corner flat spot
where horses, standing on three feet,
absorb sun and shed tufts
of Sorrel, Paint, Gray and Bay
into nests with baling twine foundations.

Alfalfa leaves, impossibly green,
florescent against gray sage,
are left for a mid-morning snack
as dogs sniff
with Spring in their step
fragrances released
from frozen stasis
into obsessive noses,
impairing their hearing
as I holler,
"Leave it alone!"
constantly.

>© John Michael Reedy, Twisted Cowboy Music (ASCAP). All rights reserved. These words may not be reprinted or reposted without the author’s written permission.

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