An Afternoon of words and birds

I usually get a line or two and write from there, this day though the titles came first.  All but numbers 2 & 5 turned out ok, the finished poems can be found on my poetry site.

This fella wanted to see what I was doing

When he realized I was actually quite boring he left

This one's taking the wide angle, sizing up the competition

A few were getting a good battle on, as this other one decided he was a lover, not a fighter.

And to the victor goes the spoils

I thought the Victor was owed a double take

The Victor was walking away from the battlefield

That guy that was walking around the outside, thought why not, let's see if the dumb-dumb left anything behind.

From a few days ago.  I've documented

my affinity towards parking lots numerous

times before, either on my blogs, or on other

social media avenues.  I just dig the early mornings,

where I can sit in my car, jam some metal without

worrying about waking anyone, or with some of

the things I'm into, disturbing them.  So to a 

parking lot I go.  I don't care much for the

crowded ones, although the people watching

aspect is fun too.  But I head to the most empty

one I can find, and with coffee in hand, I pull out 

a trusty little notepad I always keep in the car, jot

down whatever the heck comes to mind.  Most of the

time I number them, as I can trick myself into thinking

each idea then needs to be looked at, as one would do

a task.  

Then I write and if anything interesting goes on I take

photographs.  This particular day, I got to watch some

birds fighting over some food bag.  They can really go

at it too, unfortunately every time I tried getting them

in battle, I was either too early or too late.  I'm still trying

to get the whole timing thing down with photography.  Anyhow,

Just a quick snapshot of about forty-five minutes the other day.