Writer To Go

hungry bird perching 
one clueless branch away from 
brimming birdfeeder 

(stupid solitude)

once one bird finds it —
some scour fallen seed, now —
a dozen more feed 

(collective intelligence)

black cat in snowscape 
motionless, one leap away 
birds busy feeding 

(patient solitude)

hungry vole lurking 
in the seed scattered snow 
becomes the cat’s toy 

(deadly solitude)