Wallking in the neighborhood - 3

A lemon slice of a moon fades in the southern sky while color leaks from the east.
Crows and chickadees begin the conversation.
Stumps of snowmen and a still waving Santa greet me.
A taxi honks lightly.
Three houses in a row post placards of peace.
A shelf of Americana birdhouses wait.
I remember to fill my bird feeder.

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