National Poetry Month, 15

NaPoWriMo 15

The birdbath and the feeders are filled; all is still.
I sit, a coffee-sipping statue, waiting.

The notebook and the sketchpad are filled; all is still.
I sit, a coffee-sipping scrivener, waiting.

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