Brother Bird
One in a cracked puddle
behind a weary Fiesta
slender legs
in the cool murk
of water
brother bird close by him
big enough to fit in the clear
of my hand.
Tilted splash under bumper-blue
shelter and me watching,
no cars in front
no-one behind,
waiting in a metal oasis
surrounded by road.
Shereen Abdallah ©
Sky Trees 2017
I wrote this poem on another grey day; about ten years ago, in the grounds of St Ann's Hospital.
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