i am nothing but a small robin
as i perch on a branch outside their southern louisiana house
an orange cat stares at me through the window
on the deck in the backyard or maybe on the porch out front
a glass of iced water is forgotten, and bleeding its condensation onto the wood underneath it
the mosquitoes lay their eggs in the still, sitting water
spreading themselves like a disease into our world
but i’m still gonna drink it, because my tongue is dry
and the bird bath has been empty for years
Jan 3, 2025
Jan 3, 2025 at 10:54 PM UTC
i am nothing but a small robin
as i perch on a branch outside their southern louisiana house
an orange cat stares at me through the window
on the deck in the backyard or maybe on the porch out front
a glass of iced water is forgotten, and bleeding its condensation onto the wood underneath it
the mosquitoes lay their eggs in the still, sitting water
spreading themselves like a disease into our world
but i’m still gonna drink it, because my tongue is dry
and the bird bath has been empty for years
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