Watching doves
peck away,
all day long at
a full bowl
of mixed seeds,
out on the balcony
of my condo-
the cat curls
up on the sofa,
after a meager
meal of house flies-
and dreams of
sparrows with
wide soaring
wings.
Michael Lee Johnson, Chicago, IL, USA
4 comments:
What a wistful poem. It feels like it was written while sitting quietly with the sleeping cat.
A nice slice of life...thanks
Michael Lee Johnson lives in Itasca, IL. after spending 10 years
in Edmonton, Alberta Canada during the Vietnam War era. He is a
freelance writer and poet. He has been published in USA, Canada,
New Zealand, Australia, Scotland, Turkey, Fuji, Nigeria, India,
United Kingdom, Thailand, and Malaysia. Michael Lee
Johnson is a member of Poets & Writers, Inc and Directory of American
Poets & Fictions Writers: http://www.pw.org/. He is a member of The
Illinois Authors Directory. Illinois Center for the Book:
http://www.illinoiscenterforthebook.org/directory.html
He has published 145 poems in 2007 to date. He is the author of: The
Lost American: From Exile to Freedom.
http://www.iuniverse.com/bookstore/book_detail.asp?isbn=0-595-46091-7.
The book is also listed at Amazon.com, & Barnes & Noble. Visit his
website at: http://poetryman.mysite.com. He edits Poetic Legacy, http://www.poetriclegacy.mysite.comand
Birds By My Window: Willow Tree Poems at
http://birdsbywindow.blogspot.com.
nice... i like the idea of a cat dreaming of a sparrow...
as simple as life...and as tough
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