The Fat Warbler
The fat sonbird WARBLES a love song
as it sits aside
a GURGLING brook that SPLASHES
shards of sunlight into the trees
who MURMUR their intimacies
to each other
as the splintered door of a nearby shed
SLAMS shut in the wind.
The noon bell RINGS.
November 13, 2021
Copyright © Jennifer Cahill | Year Posted 2021
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