silent spring

Here are a few lines from “silent spring”, a poem I started in March 2020:

the week the quiet begins

the wind isn’t

neither are the birds

 

a Cardinal eats from the cylinder feeder

his mate watches from the wire above

they don’t know about COVID-19

they don’t know to keep their distance from the Sparrow

 

what is it about my front room that makes the Bluebird bump my window?

does he want to come in?

how many times will he have to hit the window to know

he can’t come through?

 

© 20 August 2020

Cindy B. Stevens

 

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