I am used to the weight of you on my shoulder,
Used to the way the world smells warm around you.
I'm trapped inside the wings of a bread aisle,
Swaddled in the comfort of endless down.
.
I am too familiar with the piercing question of a chirp
And the self-scolding that follows for interrupting the quiet.
I am used to the softness.
The stillness excessive noise can bring.
.
I wonder when I wasn't used to it, and when I won't be again,
But for today I am used to you,
To the feathers gathering on my keyboard
And the chirping of the wilderness resting inside.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.
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Comments (6)
I love the beautiful portrait of camaraderie you’ve captured in this piece! There’s certainly a bit of a wistful ache in it too with the apprehension of a day not being used to what now is wonderfully familiar. Fantastic work, Silver!
Awww he is soooo adorable! Loved your poem so much!
I love Patrick!! So fun!! This perfectly describes the working relationship between pets and their owners, so good SD! That final line really hit home for me... the way we appreciate their company, can't imagine life without them and dread the day it ends...
Aw, he's adorable. I shall share this with Ruth as she loves birds of all kinds. This is a lovely light, but really quite deep and reflective little poem. I love that you were able to weave that in there. With pets, we have that floating around our head "When will this end?", don't we? Well done on this little one!
simple life changing moments...the best
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