A Little Rain
Water beads down
heated feathers,
his footing to a stalk
did tether.
An iron bird ~
cast in the heat,
now stands with water at his feet.
His beak sealed tight against a note,
he tote’s
his summer burden ~
To sit and watch a mother’s flock
within his bath so luring.
In green metallic
weathered polish,
he looks on as her new one’s frolic
within his blissful pool of clay.
An envy to a foul so heavy,
now ready ~
for a little rain.
Copyright © Tammy Armstrong | Year Posted 2006
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