My Collusion in this Global Warming
Like the single bird I bought
Because it was cheaper than the pair,
That knows the polished glass it nestles upto,
At night, is just a reflection of itself.
I, too, know the back of my hand
Upon my cheek is no other but my own.
Evening allows such creative liberties;
And the mind will indulge the fool if it has to.
The neighbors respect my right to such oddities;
They seldom intrude.
But therein is their crime, as mine was
To break up such a lifelong, devoted pair of birds.
3.4.8 John Tansey
Copyright ©2008 John Thomas Tansey
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