Poem Series: George: Memories of George

Hearing you flutter in your cage,
taking off the sheet,
and opening the door in the morning.

Bouncing about,
and flying to the bars.

Pecking at a finger,
as your water and food were changed.

Jumping on the door,
as it swung open.

Climbing up and down the bars.

Flying about,
to the window sill,
to the bookshelf,
to the shoulder.

Landing on people’s heads.

Tweeting,
and tweeting.

Flying back to your cage.

Peeling seeds,
pecking at the minerals.

Singing out,
when you heard noise.

Laying eggs.

Brooding over the eggs.

Flying from person to person.

Eating bread.

The daily tending of your cage.

The weekly tending of your cage.

Uncovering your cage in the morning.

Covering your cage at night.

Advertisements

Shadow Commemoration Day Twenty Nine

A border collie,
mixed with a chow –

playful and cute,
and a fluff ball.

In the spring,
in the tall green grass,
melting into it,
and seeming so small.

Those knots of hair,
behind the ears,
on the belly,
and on the tail.

The face that was black,
that slowly turned gray,
that seemed,
to quickly turn white.

Orange and brown eyes,
glowing in the darkness,
glowing in the light.

A little shadow.