Linda Studley

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King of the Woodpile

Tans and browns and green grey camo
the grouse knows how to blend
with wood and bark and aspen bough
feathered illusionist. Then,
with cocky self importance
he proceeds to sabotage
his monochrome advantage
of feathered camouflage
by drumming on the woodpile,
and he makes it very plain,
that all who hear had best steer clear
for he has staked his claim.



There’s a grouse outside my window
perched in the poplar tree
Taking cover from the rain
beneath the yellowing leaves.

He stumbles through the branches,
flutters and uses his beak
to steady his hop in his ascent
He’s almost as clumsy as me.



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