Gail Debole Poet Free verse

The Welcome Trespasser

Written by Gail DeBole
July 15, 2017

You quietly hold your head
high as you stand on
the grassy bank - never 
gazing back at me.

Your head and neck play
games with the alphabet
as they gracefully
curve into an “S”.

Human boundaries
have no meaning to
you as you gracefully
catch fish next to a 
well-worn No Fishing sign. 

I think of all of the 
times I have watched
unknowing you as you
catch what I suppose is
your lunch…

…in your beak,
Mr. Crane.

Published in PS: It's Still Poetry
Volume II

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Anne-Lise Andresen July 15, 2017 at 3:17 PM - A great poem, Gail - Best wishes for a lovely weekend :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Gail Debole July 16, 2017 at 2:01 PM Hello Anne-Lise, Thank you for stopping by! Glad you enjoyed this.

Silent One July 15, 2017 at 1:29 PM Great personification.. Gail Debole July 16, 2017 at 2:01 PM Hello Silent One, Thank you for stopping by! Glad you enjoyed this.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart July 15, 2017 at 12:52 PM This is darling! :) Gail Debole July 16, 2017 at 2:00 PM Hello Maureen, Thanks for stopping by! I am glad you enjoyed this.

Sunlite Wanter July 15, 2017 at 12:21 PM I love this. Your appreciation for Mr. Crane is so evident. Gail Debole July 16, 2017 at 2:00 PM Hello Sunlite, Thank you for stopping by! Glad you enjoyed this.