Glen Martin Fitch
To A Starling - Poem by Glen Martin Fitch
Shut your mouth, bird!
I know what you saw.
You needn't squawk about it
Or chase me though the wood.
You followed him as he approached.
Snow sparkled in the moonlight.
Like wings his arms stretched wide.
I kissed his frosted beard.
Anyone would think to hear you chatter
You never gussied up your tail
Or helped another build a cozy nest.
So why this moral tone?
You sure were quiet then,
When he and I were lying in the snow.
Oh, his warm breath on my neck!
Then that shudder up my spine!
Any bird above would guess
Two stranger's paths had crossed.
Do you have to tell them
How two lovers came and went?
Foot-prints swell in sunlight.
Our secret all will know.
Quick, shake the clouds above
And hide my angel in the snow.
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