Goldfinches stop by
Riding my rusty slinky
Waiting for their turn
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Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Slinky
Slinky
You played me like a slinky
Stretching my coils back and forth…
Knowing I would always spring back.
But now the time has come.
I’ve been stretched to the limit;
No longer do I have that smooth flow…
Always a perfect fit from hand to hand.
Instead, I am pulled out of shape…
Hung out to bounce in the wind.
Still a little spring left in me;
But, I will never be the same.
Photo: Dwight L. Roth
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Supermunk (Haiku)
Supermunk pigs out
Bulging cheeks with summer seeds
Bars can’t contain him
Back to his dark nest
Storing seeds for winter’s cold
Supermunk climbs down
Skinnymunk returns
Engaging stretched slinky
Slipping right inside
Sneaky guy reloads
Sunflower seeds food of choice
Never ending treat
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Photos: Dwight L. Roth
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For another great read form Compost and Grace, check out stories of my dad. It will lift your spirits and scratch your nostalgic bone!!
https://uplandweb.wordpress.com/2018/06/19/stories-of-my-dad/
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