Remnants of dreams
hang tattered
on the edge of my mind
I tried to darn
them into a cozy
recollection
but the gossamer
threads melt
like cotton
candy
in the rain
Birdsong
on the counter speaker
outside the windows
in my head
The laughter
of a single
parrot
in the distance
I wonder where
the other went
they used to sing
in pairs
The pigeons
grow tame
on the escape
the squirrel
aggressive
the chickadee
trills
pretty
and the finch
finds space
between it all
We watch
Lionel longs
and the pigeon
preens
his white and grey
marbled feathers
as the fur
quivers
along the cat's curled
tail
The breeze
seeps in
crisp
apple
and
autumn
intentions
We have it here
words have it here
The kitchen is our sanctuary
I bleed all my pens dry
*Original Artwork - Jenny Astramowicz © 2019
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