EARLY SATURDAY MORNING AT "HIGH MESA"

EARLY SATURDAY MORNING AT "HIGH MESA"

There's a near silence this early Saturday

    morning, at "High Mesa," almost as if

Nature has the weekend off!

Now and then a gentle, almost unperceived

     breeze sighs through our three 

pine trees---making a lonesome sound

      like no other...

Outside my "writing window," the wind 

    ripples the bush, already filled 

with chickadees, nuthatches, sparrows, 

    and orange-breasted finches---

all eager to have their breakfasts on

    the grain cylinder, which can 

serve maybe five at a time....

Doves are "coo-cooing" from over the

    neighborhood, and answering 

each other....in dove-speak.

Our two resident jays, ever quarreling,

    have taken their kerfuffle to

the top of the tallest pine...as if they

    want the whole world to know---

"We can't get along."

Some loner bird, maybe "down on his luck."

     never seen anywhere, and

of some unknown ancestry or history---

     hangs around our area ever

emitting his "Threet, Threet  Threet."

Tho' early and still cool, up the slopes

    being birthed in the hills, are 

fluffy white clouds, against the blue sky---

    which by early afternoon will be

giant massive thunderheads, carrying

    trillions of gallons of rainwater.

The big fat robin, hoppin' around on

    the grass, looking for that 

teen-age worm that stayed out too

    late last night---

Was suddenly inundated in mist

    as the auto-sprinklers came on;

(and got me...and the newspaper too!)

Through the cool, refreshing lawn mist...

   and the early-morning air, looking 

east, I could make out the Sandias,

     stretching for miles, north and south,

like giant watermelon slices, 

    overlooking the city...

and I said to myself...

"All is good...this early Saturday morning

     here at High Mesa."

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BY MIL

August 1, 2015