While Reading Mary Oliver #poem #nature #birds

We unwind in the late winter sunshine
me reading, Sophie ball-in-mouth 
leaning against my leg.

Huck patrols then sits, observes.
Overhead crows caw, spiraling skyhigh
high above.
Huck’s ear twitches. He shifts his gaze
eyes seeking the source.

I locate the crows before
a pair of white wings dart westward
too quickly for me to identify
a downy woodpecker skip dances up the willow
beak banging at intervals
a flock of robins, orange chests sunshine radiant
a titmouse undulates between branches

Was all of this above me 
as my eyes absorbed nature words below?

Sascha Darlington
Robins, 2/21/22

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