Omen?
From the Dryer Vent
I’ve bitched about them for days,
their chirping an offkey song
nest of sparrow hatchlings
behind the cover of our dryer vent
With all that crap in there
the clothes won’t dry
we’re wasting electricity!
But this morning
stepping out for a bowl
of Jamaican Rum tobacco—
a dead chick
covered in tiny ants
like men plundering a whale
Why should I feel guilty;
I didn’t wish their death;
merely wanting for clean laundry,
and this bird dead
unclothed and silent now
of its urgent chirping need—
a feast for ants.
David M Pitchford
13 May 2009
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I love how this poem depicts how life’s reality tend to be intertwined in one way or another- is it just in the mind? or the irony of life itself? can’t say…
Nice poem, enjoyed it,
Ow, David. As my son would say, “that’s cold!” Which makes me think there’s was a little guilt involved here, no? *grin* I like it! We are all prey, yet all food for the ground. ;>
It was such a pleasure/surprise to see your handsome face pop up on my blog the other day, David! I love the new avatar photo. I’m trying to get back into the rhythm of life again after such a blue/black spell. As you may know, depression rears its ugly head under stress and life’s unpleasant necessities. I’m feeling better these days and therefore racheting up my visits to my favorite people in cyberland. I’ll be back to catch up with your work, David. Be well! {{{hugs}}}
heh heh, that first line should read, “..makes me think there was a little guilt involved here, no?” I hate typos (spanking fingers
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Ooooh, Janet. I had no idea you were into the spanking thing . . .
I think this the best poem you’ve written. Of course I’m a bird freak.