Steven Federle

Rookie - 219 Points (1951 / Cincinnati Ohio)

The Third Of July - Poem by Steven Federle

Pursuing happiness
I move to the back yard
and in the shade of my umbrella
in the soft, warm breeze,
I sit very still
and hear
the mockingbird call.

I see his tail-feathers
thrust skyward,
waving in avian semaphore,
enticing his mate
to love in the swaying tree,

while stretched on the fragrant grass,
alert ears pointed skyward,
my cat hears everything
and, finding happiness,
closes her eyes.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 30, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 25, 2013


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