Monday, 27 June 2011

Waxwing

Yesterday’s window-smacked waxwing,
headless by teatime,
gone by the morning,
bar the grey downy feathers
incongruous in the green grass.

2 comments:

  1. Oh. Poor thing. But I guess that's life.
    I like the sound and rhythm of "window-smacked waxwing". You can almost hear it hitting the glass.

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