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Im Hare Poem
A mourning dove appeared one day on my window sill
He looked in, aghast, as he saw me taking a vitamin pill
I stopped midway and looked back at him as he cooed in protest
“You can leave right now” I said, “you dirty bird you’re not an invited guest.”
He cocked his head and stared some more looking panicked and frayed
“It is a pill” I urged “it’s none of your affair, please fly your self away!”
He waddled and turned his tail toward me and looked over his slight shoulder
“It’s a pill to you but to me it looks quite more like a boulder!”
“Wait”, I said, “you can talk? This is unusual for a bird!”
“No it’s not” he said to me and I know what I heard
He turned to me again to opine my healthy pill
“It’s not a thing you should do, as you have God’s free will!”
So strange my dream was that night I dare not take more pills.
For I do not wish to speak to birds upon my window sills.
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I watch and wait at the foot of the door.
No other place is better than this floor.
When the doorknob jiggles.
My old hairy tail wiggles.
Happy that my daddy is home.
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Windy wild wind whipping flailing and cutting through
You bring us together like invisible glue
Holding hats and huddling hands clasping crunched capes
Jealous soul you bold barometric beast
Hairdos, skirts, scarves, hats and pails blown away in envious fury
If we could capture you you’d be in front of a jury!
Copyright © Im Hare | Year Posted 2022
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