Spring Birds that sing. :)

This Poem

I don’t want this poem crafted

with stanzas

or to end with a shocking ‘surprise’

Most certainly I do not want this poem to gob-smack

you right in between your eyes

I want this poem to be like a muzzle that sneaks up behind for a little cuddle

I want this poem to be soft, feathery, and brown

I want this poem to grow right from the ground

I want this poem to be lighter than air

I want this poem to float everywhere

I want this poem to sing a sweet little song

I want this poem to just happen along

I want this poem to vanish as you turn your head

I want this poem to greet you as you rise up from your bed

I want this poem to fly fly away

and to come back at the end of the day

I want this poem to give you a thrill

I want this poem to meet you over there on the hill

and if you're in doubt the same time next year

I want this poem to reappear.

© Karen Ann Powell

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:)