Bob, You’re in Your Flutter Phase

This AM the sun fluttered through the pine branches…

Bob, you’re in your flutter phase:
Goldfinch, zig-zags to the deck
Sun dancing through the pines
Tap,tap,tapping on the tiles.

Goldfinch zig-zags to the deck
Voids the gaze of predator
Flutters faster than the shutter.

Sun dancing through the pines
Rising resolutely
Mobil steps that shine.

Tap, tap, tapping on the tiles
Soft steps: flourished strokes
Designer’s dreams.