What the ceramic sparrows
were missing with their beaks
perched away from the pane:
a rose waving its
pink-petaled windmills
at tilting bumblebees,
forty foot firs outgrowing
the boundaries of the
window frame,
dwarfing our shelters,
eavesdropping on history,
plants doing time
atop the sill, their
pots pressed tight
against screens
that safeguard
bare skin from
mosquitos
and no-see-um’s,
cabin fever
setting in as
sprung tendrils
and fronds
silently steal
shrinks of sun.
So many
bread
crumbs
leading
our eyes
both here
and afar.
The ancient eavesdropper 
Very nice! Although I feel sorry for the plants! ;D Great use of seeing each element in this photo and how it interacts.
Thank you! Your kind words and support are always appreciated, my angel 🙂
Cheers,
Tyler
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Do your ceramic birds get to look out the window sometimes?
Once and awhile we shift their pale ceramic bodies towards the sun. This pair is locked in a stoney roost above our kitchen counter, splashed like clockwork when we clean dirty dishes in the sink. At least they are usually bathed in clean water if not light. In a sense, we preen the sparrows forever frozen feathers for the sake of their vanity 🙂
Cheers,
Tyler
I am sure they appreciate the preening 😀
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As you can see by these re-blogs, the bread crumbs are running low, but no worries though, my mind will eventually resurface from this creative undertow…