Counting
Are there 90 million birds in Essex?
He sets up a folding chair
on the high street and starts to count.
After an hour or so the sun has risen enough
to become somewhat annoying
so he repositions the chair
but as he looks down he notices
the shadow of wings flitting
across the pavement;
he realizes he’s missed some.
I guess we’ll never know, he thinks,
and goes for a cuppa instead.
/ / /
16 April 2023
Charlottesville VA
POEM: Counting
Published in Birds My poems NaPoWriMo2023 Poetry Tea
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