Birds Poem by C S Katulka

Birds



On the grayest morning
in the history
of history
I watched out
my ice cold
window

three birds
in awkward curves
tiny eyes
wide for carrion
slicing clouds

safely above
stalking
no small critters
out now

is it for me
they wait

Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: morning
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Poem written immediately after waking up.
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C S Katulka

C S Katulka

Mineola, NY
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