Ode to Cedar Waxwings by Carie Juettner Who, oh who is pooping blueupon my flagstone walk?Oh, I see, it’s all of you—a cedar waxwing flock. Descending on my yard in droves,your high-pitched song is merry,for you have found a treasure troveof ripe ligustrum berries. Your feathers fade from brown to graywith a tail that’s tippedContinue reading “Ode to Cedar Waxwings”
Carie Juettner 