Moments

Moments
June 20, 2005

Speaking volumes
without uttering a sound
They arrive seconds apart
staying just beyond an outspread touch
They face in different directions
feigning intense scrutiny
They might seem, to a casual observer,
to be unaware of the others presence
And then, as one,
they fly away in different directions
Alone, until they meet again
on another sweet birch branch

Copyright © 2005 Everett Ambrose Warren

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- Had a great Fat-Head's Day yesterday; Justin made me a little breakfast (croissants and sausages for appetizers, scrambled eggs with cheese and bacon, and pancakes with a maple syrup that tasted one step away from maple sugar candies); they made me a tie-dye shirt at Science Fun; and I got a DVD of Trading Places (adding some much needed comedy to the collection.) Brandon gave me a gift later in the day - when he gets angry he comes close to talking, and, at one point, after waking up from his nap, he called out something that sounded an awful lot like "I want my dada!"

- Brandon's been repeating the "dada" bit some more; when I came in from the grill at dinner tonight, he looked up from his high chair and said something like "there's dada!" All in all, it's pretty cool.

- Saw three chipmunks today (possibly ony two different animals) as well as a number of robins (including the two that inspired Moments,) sparrows, and a few ovenbirds. Flock o' crows also came through the trees.