Zanzabar 01/13/2010
Impulse buy At the tack-n-feed store Two for ten, my best fowl friends Under the hot lamp in a cardboard box of shavings You grew too big for my living room, too big to nap on my collar bone We walked, I talked, you quacked, we swam Splashing, diving in the People Fountain I overfed you; I'd never clip your wings Too fat to fly and too white to hide From the raccoons in Renton Down feathers in my hair Remind me of Us CommentsWed, 24 Mar 2010 14:12:41 Can your next poem be about drowning your sorrows at Lumpy's Landing? Leave a Reply |