Crossing over the bridge after passing a Raven on a lamppost,
two great Blue Herons fly overhead.
the Geese stand statue-still while I speak
good morning to the runners.
"Good morning, geese", they exhale.
Passing the young maybe lovers,
I travel up the hill to the best bench.
Looking out,
I look for her
and find Her;
shifting into green and a Bald Eagle blesses my eyeline
with a soaring screech of longing.
Every Seagull soars. . .
A melody written in scavenger notation.