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
What a wistful poem. It feels like it was written while sitting quietly with the sleeping cat.
ReplyDeleteA nice slice of life...thanks
ReplyDeleteMichael Lee Johnson lives in Itasca, IL. after spending 10 years
ReplyDeletein 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...
ReplyDeleteas simple as life...and as tough