Scott Whitby, 2023 You have a good spot you like to go It's above the water and below the sky beside a tree with crooked branches. It...

Scott Whitby, 2023 She is a loud river rapid and violent slamming again and again against the stones that can't hide She is so hurried,...

Scott Whitby, 2023 I found a tree It had shade and fruit and beauty. It made me feel comfortable and happy. It shared all that, asking...

Scott Whitby, 2023 Purple Martins leave their people every year to come here. One comes early then tells the others all is good, so...

Scott Whitby, 2023 I walked along that river’s edge in the noon day sun. But, there was shade and it was safe. The path was smooth and...

Scott Whitby, 2023 Every Summer for the last six years, I'd leave my window open and if I'd awaken early, I'd hear a Summer Tanager sing...

Scott Whitby, 2020 What does a fly think Or does it? Buzzing around Nobody loves it Doesn't hurt anything Just flies and lands But you...

Tanager can't you stay? Can't you stay and sing for me? So high up against the sky Sing for me for free Tanager can't you stay? In the...

Scott Whitby, 2020 What is past that cloud? Is there blue on the other side? Are there birds Or is that too high? This cloud is white But...

Scott Whitby, 2020 A Martin comes another Spring Searching for a hole just right Purple feathers, slick and sheen She follows soon, she...

Scott Whitby, 2020 I'm a little rabbit all brand new Eyes hardly open, I was just born Dry now in the tall, tall grass Drank that first...