Radiance ~ #poem

I’ll never tire
watching the blooms,
or listening to the moon.

I’m a constant admirer 
inhaling sweet perfumes 
while dancing to its tunes.

Together they inspire
cheerfully brighten my room
to chase away gloom and doom.

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Scrub-jay ruckus

Blue-jays arrived in the West

To build a nearby nest 

Using their natural defense 

They take turns on their descent 

Tormenting my pet

From the safety of the fence 

It’s  quite an event

To witness