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Our copper birdbath includes a silver-coloured metal bird, in case no real birds come to call. In the shade of the maple tree the water shimmers. But the little silver bird never flutters, not even a feather.





embedded in dapple

edge of copper

silver bird never moves

never flutters a feather

never pecks a sparkle

from crystal water


bird with heartbeat

and dusty wing-feathers

lands for a bath

sputters and splashes

chooses to ignore

immobile effigy



All my best,


Written by jane tims

June 9, 2018 at 9:25 pm

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  1. I’ll watch this summer and try to get a photo of a real bird in the birdbath!


    jane tims

    May 1, 2019 at 10:28 pm

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