Spreading out the patchwork blanket
of random shapes and colors that
are sewn together to request the concentration of the craft.
The food is getting cold as the crow
overhead offers a sociable holler;
hoping for a bite and an overheard tale of gossip.
Nosy creature squawking out his narcissistic wisdoms
demanding a crowd but leaving us in wanting
as attention is shifted and the first glance to
notice is wasted after a moment of realization
that the annoying little bird is gone.
I am grateful for fun outings with friends. ❤
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