Sends a curtain of blossom
Drifting to the grass
Ugly dove babies
Squatting in my hanging plant
Your poop? All over.
(Can you tell I'm annoyed with bird poop?)
Soft shell gray fluff balls
Too soon you will fly away
To come back later.
(See, I'm not always mean to doves.)
I find mesquite spines
Sharp as sin and long enough
For Christ's brier crown
(My son stepped on one of them and it went clear through his shoe, foot, and out the other side.)
© 2018 by H. Linn Murphy
© 2018 by H. Linn Murphy
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