Zane Parks
Ain’t No Sunshine
We watch from the balcony as the drake circles his mate. She settles into the grass with a flutter and becomes still. At first, we think she’s going to lay a clutch of eggs, but there’s been no movement for some time now. The drake circles her body again and again and then abruptly takes wing.
wife gone the widower lets himself go too
About the Author
Zane Parks lives with his wife on the paradise coast of Florida. In between bouts of extreme writer’s block he writes haiku, tanka, and related forms.