Pink Moons, Ibis and Grackles
The Pink Moon was shining last night,
but its not color wasn't the attraction,
for it was still Leto's daughter's chariot
reminding us to look beyond distraction.
Looking for signs of hope to meet change,
for time when blossoms come to shrubs.
The next morning, a flock of White Ibis
returns to the yard, searching for grubs.
The Ibis, strafed by pestering grackles,
bends, stretches, focuses on their work,
bringing joy to those of us marveling,
reminding us to stop being a jerk.
In my mind, grackles try to steal seeds
of concentration, on doing faithful deeds.
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