(from the NaPoWriMo prompt: write a poem in the form of a review. But not a review of a book or a movie of a restaurant. Instead, I challenge you to write a poetic review of something that isn’t normally reviewed. For example, your mother-in-law, the moon, or the year 2020 (I think many of us have some thoughts on that one!))
I just wish they all played from the same score
the tweets and chirps and dissonant screeches
a song without end or guiding measure.
Those jays, cardinals, titmouses and American goldfinches
all on the perch for the seeds my husband
puts out but not one of them thinks,
“And ah one, ah two, ah three…”