Your ubiquity in my memory
has led me to miss
the fact you are now missed
in the day-glo green-yellow
gardens of eighties summers,
scattering mother’s pride,
you were overlooked in the search
for brighter birds
with better song
so I try to cherish the
rattle and chatter
of your extended family
alongside me now
no songs for me
to join your mourning
but your chip-chip banter
tells a cautionary tale
I’ll do my best to listen and learn
even as our own gardens dwindle
Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 10:20 AM UTC
Your ubiquity in my memory
has led me to miss
the fact you are now missed
in the day-glo green-yellow
gardens of eighties summers,
scattering mother’s pride,
you were overlooked in the search
for brighter birds
with better song
so I try to cherish the
rattle and chatter
of your extended family
alongside me now
no songs for me
to join your mourning
but your chip-chip banter
tells a cautionary tale
I’ll do my best to listen and learn
even as our own gardens dwindle
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