Friday, January 09, 2009

329/365 Blurred

A blanket of wool that chills its host
is like an eye that witnesses treacherous deeds
bloated bluejays feasting on toast
blind to the cardinal pecking for seeds;
the cardinal lives while the human soul dies
if only I could see through his tiny eyes.

Diane helped me edit this poem.

This is my 365 project picture of the day.

Taken with a Canon SD800.

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