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it is Spring
my feet seem happier the sunlight is gentle so is the breeze I notice how a Chickadee is nested in the eaves of a fast-food venue woven into her nest are expired fries the street is filled with her music chick-a-dee-dee-dee chick-a-dee-dee-dee the older Dog sits all too patiently tethered to an immovable object he does not like being immovable wishing I had steak or a hamburger to give him I murmur kindnesses what a boy you ARE he looks up blood shot eyes assessing me then I remember my half sandwich glance around and slip him the middle of it I grin not guiltily feeling my steps growing lighter as he licks his chops a small cat meows I look into her notice the dullness there in her coat and eyes I carry my sack of groceries inside is a self-opening can of tuna kitty- kitty -kitty she meow-paws her way over to me I open the tin's contents in an out-of-the-way-corner creating a make-shift care safe from the busy street meow-wow-wow-mewow mumbley-munch she eats her active whiskers flexing I watch and grin again then carefully because I am older I skip away not caring if anyone sees. LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 3:21PM PST TIME/DATE STAMPED AND ALSO FOR THIS POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS ANS ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE---- MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD WHAT ARE YOUR UNOFFICIALly-APPOINTED ERRANDS? Vote for this poem |
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