By Inga Eissmann Buccella Outside – Sitting motionless on the branchShe looked to take the perfect chance To land way down belowOverlooking the brick patio The young hawk stared at the little boyBut the boy – through the glass – played with a toy Inside – father on the phonewept and sounded sad and alone When the man walked back Read More
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Shoulder Perched Bird
by Rickey Rivers Jr. A bird perched on my shoulder keeps me company.“Is his name chip?” was the joke you made to me.I realized it applies more to you than me.My shoulder perched bird sings, tells me all I did not see. When we last met I did not know it would feel like my last breath.My shoulder aches when Read More