At Stranger's Dec 18th, 2021 (Pandemic Panoramas)

It's an Aerial bombardment! 

It's the Flight of the fucking Valkyries!! 

Flocking madness constructed. 

Sparrows fight to the morning song, 

Woodpeckers perch, sledging away at oat block 

Doves sit on powerline: observing malarkey with patience.

Seven tree rats lie in wait 

Crashing through wings, dispersing new victims, 

Repeat offenders, by their hellish sound. . . 

Hanging from feeder 

Tail calls click: robbing avian hunger. 

Devouring Winter... 

-Fucking criminals... 

Packing on the poundage for mischief 

Latched to wood: in the controlled chaos of nature: Survival defined. 

A convenience store for the sparrows 

A mosh pit for the squirrel 

A lone bird-dog sleeps 

A gypsy traveller 

A mountain of Himalayan prayers scatter the soul. 

Fog Comes. . . 

Stranger's Home. 

Mysterious symbol, seen before ... can't define. 

Kremit, London Pound Cake: Exhale.. Phone rings; 

"Bug hauling over eager-teeth." 

Sledding asphalt. No driver. 

Dog walk. Try to get a handle. 

Direction lost 

Nature clash 

Mental maelstrom 

Pushing & Pulling 

Fall 

Sorrow 

Winter•berries 

Floodwall 

Hesitant 

Creek Mumbling 

Looking at fauna; talking 

Street signs 

Half-Crow 

Fenrir 

Mushing Away from ruins ov the Clark Cabin burning. 

December'd ghost at Writers Row, 

Lost in Art. Jinn shows which way we're going. 

My thoughts on Ron's Houston reading 

Begal rests · at my feet 

Fred McDowell's song keeps playing: "Down by the River".