Bird on My Doorstep

Cardinal, she seems, brown and twitchy,
Hooded, set against the snow. "I hoped
That I would find you here." "I'm glad
You did. Please, come inside." "I can't.
The kids; I must make dinner."
Suddenly, she pecks my cheek, and
Then she flies away.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-03-13 at 22:57

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