At Dusk
AT DUSK
She cries at the window to be out
Runs to the fence which is no barrier
Dives under the imprisoning wires
The liquid cat
Brings memories of times past
Outside nothing but ambulance sirens
Kisses and hugs are weapons
Smell of cold air through the window
The cold welcome of Greenland’s chilly arms
And daylight seldom seen
13 April 2020
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2020
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