From your hospital bed
you stare out the window
at the empty bird feeder
unaware that the chirping you hear
comes from your satellite radio.
From your hospital bed
you stare out the window
at the empty bird feeder
unaware that the chirping you hear
comes from your satellite radio.
Very tightly written!
Thanks, Andrew.
Nice. Satellite radio comes through again.
🙂
Hah! Interesting:)
😉
I realized that your posts were no longer in my reader. Clearly someone (one of my children…grrrrr) inadvertently unfollowed you!!! I so enjoy your work and missed your daily poem! Okay, problem solved; I’m back and following. It’s amazing; you hand your child your iPhone to watch My Little Pony, and, suddenly, one of your favorite blogs is off your reader! Love bird song!
lol Damn ponies!
Welcome back! 🙂
Nice poem. 🙂
Thanks
Oh, rather ominous.
It was, rather.
Very fun! 🙂
Thank you
I’d love to know the back story…this is a very sad poem to me.
It was my own red mitten, in fact. But I like the slightly ominous tone that develops without that bit of truth…
It was from a visit to a palliative care patient. She died a week later.
Your poem is a worthy statement of the moment.
Thank you.