Cafe Au Lait
He twittered close to me
one wobble at a time
without a chirp without a sound
just feathers, beady eyes
He found
a pine cone on the ground
and with his beak
he tossed it
this way ...that
Then suddenly he flew away,
leaving me at the window
watching
like a morning starved girl
before her cafe au lait
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2019
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