Bound by their nature

To food water and the sun

The birds are not free

 Before the firestorm

The crow is an oracle

Heed its prophecy

To make problems worse

There’s too much man in mankind

And not enough kind

 It happens seldom

But Monday was Square Root Day

5-5-25

though my flesh is worn

let it not impair my soul

tomorrow is new

What welcome tender

From sullen soil of winter

The first sprouts of spring 

i resist game trails 

ways of life across terrain

domain of four legs

 In these find comfort

The dog's cold nose - kids at play

A bird in the breeze

 Dependable friends

Finches, robins, and sparrows

Return for summer