Porch Bird

The porch bird’s all at-twitter
Chattering about this and that.
Or, perhaps sounding the alarm
About a passing meowing cat!
No, it’s chirp-chirp-chirping
Is all that I can hear,
And there’s no use pretending
That I don’t sorely wish you were here.
I made a silly decision
And now we’re both alone.
Is there a chance for a do-over
Or, at least a dinner to atone?
The bird has flapped and flown
Off seeking after western shores.
The more I feel the longing-missing
Of you only yields more heart sores.
Behold the twitters of feathered friends:
Their sweet tones can amaze.
Be ever sure of your “good” decisions
Or quite bad can be your days.

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About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

Posted on July 16, 2014, in Poem. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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