A Convening of Feathers
Three pheasants on snow and litter
under brush.
A crow squawks from their side a jump
or two away
with sisters above on lamp and bare
branch.
Disturbed birds of china retreat by
quick feet
then with a call of oriental chime in
low flight west.
Black chatter hovers to chase in curious report.
Was there any agreement on the nature
of late winter?
Or can birds of cross feather ever see
the others' light?
I convene with my kind and hope
to touch heart.
© 2015 Ardi Keim
