Willow Buds 2 Poem by June Walker

Willow Buds 2



Silver grey mice
crouching on stems,
litters of ten
to a twig,
not moving
until windcat's tail
brushes past,
making their warm bodies
shiver
then pause-
when she has gone.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I loved to collect willow buds when I was a child.
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June Walker

June Walker

Scotland
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