dimension shift

when the whiskey jack
he could be a chickadee
or a finch or osprey
his craft was stand-up
on a twig in the forest
and the forest obeyed
or ignored as it would
any chickadee
finch or osprey

until he caught
     la mal de grippe
like a tiny
and everyone stopped
because whiskey jacks
do not imitate
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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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