City Garden Sonnet

Tiny branchling, breast white streaked with coal,
Lay in the grassy path, stunned, just alive,
Its blackest eye not open but not closed,
Thirty minutes passed, and it revived–
While in the middle, warming compost bin
A nest of baby garter snakes, asleep,
Lie tied in love-knots with their mother close;
All show the world that beauty also creeps.
At dawn and dusk on most days we can see
Two does up very close if we keep still,
The whole one caring for her crippled friend,
As slowly both come wandering down the hill.
This city has great beauty if we’ll see
What lives with us in quiet harmony.


About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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