Clouds thicken by the hour
Threatening my evening Muny plans,
And dimming most of my birdfeeder frenzy photos,
To fuzzy silhouettes.
Cool enough that I go inside to find my jacket,
It’s still too warm to keep it on for any length of time
It puddles on the swing,
While I fiddle with the tripod searching for light.
The cardinal,
In lengthy pose on the powerline,
Cheeps his irritation at the constant flutter of sparrows,
Swarming the food supply.
Rambling ... 