in the attic on my way to the roof
pick up the two newborn kittens
their frantic mews at this alien invasion
draw the mother who knows me well
in her owl eyes are written
*though love smitten
don't cuddle them too much.*
past them i move to the roof.
on the mango tree
the crow nest is empty.
was my bonding with the two chicks
for those weeks
a waste?
dusk falls with a sigh
heavy on my chest.
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 1:28 PM UTC
in the attic on my way to the roof
pick up the two newborn kittens
their frantic mews at this alien invasion
draw the mother who knows me well
in her owl eyes are written
*though love smitten
don't cuddle them too much.*
past them i move to the roof.
on the mango tree
the crow nest is empty.
was my bonding with the two chicks
for those weeks
a waste?
dusk falls with a sigh
heavy on my chest.
Request permission to use this poem