This vast sky is like a canvas
Painted with criss-crossing power lines
Crossed by nimble squirrels and magpies
Like stealthy thieves on the run.
On bare branches the chickadees merrily chirp
While on evergreens roost the Northern flickers.
On the horizon the honking geese take wing
While now and then the planes go their way.
At day’s end, I watch the sun go down
And thank the Lord for what I’ve done
As He tasked me anew and gifted me
With a room with a view.
MLJ/13/03/2022
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