Seventh Day

There are more than seven. They are not swans. And they are not even swimming. 

Ducks gather on the bank and wonder what to do when the river is so high and they have lost all their little islands. 

On this day last year I was reporting fifteen Blackbirds on our lawn eating apples. This year there are no apples and no Blackbirds. Today we went to the Birds' Bistro to buy Blackbird food. Maybe we should just have bought apples!