Have you ever seen a Logger-head Shrike
as it shoots across the yard?
A black, gray, and white comet
flashed before me- what a sight!
A pinwheel of alternating shades
in stark contrast to each other
perched the little masked bandit,
ready to take breakfast.
Constantly, positions changed.
Racers burst forth in a flash of stripes
from fence to tree to bush then grass.
The peach tree made a nice pit stop
while cruising in and out of the yard.
Astonished, I watched
as four others joined the first-
a family in formal attire
Blood-orange heads moved among the branches-
black wings with bold white patches.
Another morning friend greeted my weary eyes.
Yellow, orange bolted from the leaves.
On the fence he stopped - then the fiery meteor halted,
safely back in the tree.
Orioles moved about as mobile fruit on the tree.
One never knows what gift awaits just outside the door,
but I know the Giver of it.