A sprig of spring lilies
Browns with the onset of summer
On a sun-kissed counter top
Dangling her bare legs over the edge
Nearly long enough to reach the floor
She points like a ballerina
Sinking into a silk slipper
Perhaps less cultivated, but still blush pink
Still stunning in her splendour
She writhes like so many worms
Who turn the earth just to nurture her
And in her wet eyes, I see myself
Being rolled into the back of her mind
On busy days, when the world demands her labour
I remain a small comfort
As she is mine
About the Creator
The Summer I Was Chosen by a Northern Mockingbird
During the long, suspended days of the pandemic, a wild mockingbird began visiting my driveway and chose me, again and again. What started as a strange encounter became a brief, meaningful connection that I still carry with me.
By Erica Roberts 7 days ago in Petlife
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