Lucky 13 - Anniversary

What? Again with the 13 thing? Yes, those of you who frequent Poor Fool know that awhile back I was bumping into the unlucky number everywhere ... was laid off on the 13th, in the Pine Wood Derby my son's car was entered as 13th, he came in 13th - there have been lots of others I posted but don't recall right now. And yesterday, another run in.

May 20th was my 13th wedding anniversary and wouldn't you know it, the day came with a surprise, something I have never seen before in all my years of backyard bird watching. A Common Flicker (this image from Google) played and played and ate for a long time on my back patio and I watched at the window soaking it all up. Here's to lucky 13. I love you Texas.

Smallest Rivers - Poetry Thursday

The PT prompt this week is simply the word rivers.

Rain

Without thunder,
twitching leaves
is the only sound
you make and
that is no sound at all.

Rain, so slight,
even the clouds
must be unaware
that you’ve come.

But you are persistent,
and I know
when you’re done
the featherless baby sparrows

born in the eaves
will be drowned, know
I will find one or two
beneath the drainpipe,

pressed into the dirt,
wings of skin extended
in grotesque flattened flight
while above, the sun

dries the remains of
their nest.
I am old and young then,
in these least rains,
where the smallest rivers flood.