The bird clicks across the metal roof
in hoppy, hoppy steps to start,
stop, look, start, stop, look
only present in silence
like an almost memory
scratching against my mind
suddenly startled by a fraction of noise
like someone calling my name
but seeing no one.
A shrug in time
forgotten four steps further
down life’s progress.
Diane Webster, CO, USA
3 comments:
Really enjoyed reading this poem. Beautifully expressed.
I really like your writing. I thoght your piece in Eunoia today was cool - it's always good to see the view of the fairer sex on those matters. Are you on Twitter?
Tony
Hi Tony, I'm not sure that Diane will pick up your message, as far as I know she isn't on Twitter.
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