Tuesday, 24 February 2009

Untitled by Regina Green

take it out back, i say
and you do
scooping up the
lifeless gray remains
like you
might scoop up a bit
of warm earth in which to plant
a tulip bulb so gently
and carefully
waiting for the spring to
waken it finally
the long sleep of winter
but not for this little house mouse
the one who ate through the
cheerios box and caused
me more than once to climb
on top of the kitchen counter
it's so small really
our eyes meet
are you sure it's not just sleeping
the back door slams
and you don't come in for
some time

Regina Green, Florida, USA


Crafty Green Poet said...

Regina lives and works in Florida and also writes her poetry near a big picture window. You can read more of her poetry at http://reginaclarejane.livejournal.com/

Anonymous said...

I love this one! I can just see you, standing on that countertop...

Outsideofacat said...

the first lines seemed morbid and then the body turns out to be a mouse. i love it. :-) very nice.

Regina said...

Thanks so much for your kind comments!

Angie Ledbetter said...

Great imagery and flow.