I sit and can not write on this sunny day,

The peckers are drumming on my wall.

It is loud and calling the troops to meet.

I hope they are hearing its call.

I sit and can not write this day,

My mind on other, mindless stuff,

I can't bring the words to mind this day,

It is turning to bits of fluff.

Birds flying around outside, doing their daily chores.

I stare from inside while doing mine,

Wanting nothing but to be outdoors.

Back to work as the coffee is down to the grinds.

But I long to be outdoors with the birds,

Nothing else seem to enter my spring set mind.

I will end now my silly words.