A red-breasted robin leaps onto a high, thin branch on the apple tree. Branch and bird swing up and down three times. Then it flies.
A nearby maple tree’s high branch swings up and down. The robin?
Nowhere in sight.
swaying in a passing breeze
first published in Image Curve, January 18, 2018
photo by Asdrubal luna
UPDATE: for Poets United–Poetry Pantry #387