dimension shift

when the whiskey jack
     sang
he could be a chickadee
or a finch or osprey
his craft was stand-up
     heaven
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
yup
     grunted
like a tiny
     frog
and everyone stopped
because whiskey jacks
do not imitate
     frogs
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About riverwriter

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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