he looked out the bedroom window

                                    was just wakingjust saying good morning as he did every morning to his lost loves to run them through their paces of his or memories they shared with him visualising them before he said good morning to the next 

   ritual 

             as close to religion as hed ever get

hummingbirds perched on a feeder were suddenly tentative  

                                                              he got a little anxious

theninasudden they exploded into the air the bowling ball hurtling through them like a bullet                                                                                                                               lil tike was aggressive he was smallperhaps the smallest a dab of scarlet visible at his throat

the feeder danced on plastic fishline off a plant hook screwed into the fencepost 

                                                                                  the five feeding using it as a springboard 

they had been a whirla blur then rockets

he went onto his elbows then sittinupswung his legs off the bed stood at the window

bowling ball circled back 

he fed victoriously

might even have belched when he finished

then agilelycausally lifted in reverse

but before leaving he sashayed sideways to the window and peered in at him 

                                                                                            Yawanna piece of me?

tilting his head backmaybe chortlinglaughinsnorting he ascended fluidly straight up

its not often one can watch a bowling ball rise

1722,  Monday,  1  8. 22

1217,  Sunday,  14  8. 22