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