While I was in California visiting my son, I tried to continue walking daily. As I walked the neighborhood, I felt as though I was being watched. I was, but these eyes didn’t blink or turn its head when I walked by. This caused me to create another phoem (photo + poem).
A new bird has sprouted,
The flock stands guard.
Each has been assigned a position.
Some are shy,
They lurk between the leaves, unsure of their job.
Vigilant day and night,
Turn around, you must keep a watchful eye!
Stretch your neck, be the first to spot danger.
Colors fade, but they continue to stand tall,
Until someone cuts and tosses them aside.