The paragraph of mud
muffles our boots. Two birds
skip rocks, a rain-happy stream;
they splash their fearless joy.
The butterfly net fraying
in the fossilized light
of his study. My flutter
of childhood escapes.
Phil Wood works in a statistics office. He enjoys working with numbers and words. His writing can be found in various publications, including: Jellyfish Whispers, Autumn Sky Daily, Nutshells and Nuggets, Nine Muses Poetry.