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Somewhere in the Smack Dab

Somewhere in the middle of beginning
a baby cardinal
diminutive crest
undergrown tail
undeclared gender
Stumbles through the grass, falling on the seeds
of weeds, innocent of the things of this Natural
World

What Do We Really Know?

Somewhere in the middle of ending
a black vulture
awkward footed
leather faced
Picks at the worked-over pieces
of armadillo shell, finding little enough
to satisfy his longing for the things of this Natural
World

© Jilly's 
NaPoWriMo suggests a theme of Half Way or
in the Middle, since today marks the middle
of April.
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A wild soul writing poetry & fiction while teaching high school literature, all with a camera in tow.

4 thoughts on “Somewhere in the Smack Dab

  1. In a nutshell you have summed up the conundrum… we are somewhere in the smack dab; somewhere between stumbling child and… armadillo shell remains… seeking answers. Beautifully written! You definitely showed without stooping to merely tell, Jill! Love it!

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