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.
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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!
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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.