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| Birds Bathed in Snow by Robin Stevens Payes (c) 2015 |
No House but a Pine
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Plucky birds who
balance bravely across
the branched wings that
met at the trunk of the pine.
Like tightrope walkers hunkered
against the wind. Chirping feverishly as streaking
balance bravely across
the branched wings that
met at the trunk of the pine.
Like tightrope walkers hunkered
against the wind. Chirping feverishly as streaking
sleet slashed all exposed. Barely sheltered in the nesting
sanctuary of that scantily needled, wavering pine swaying so
perilously in the wintry wind. Was it terrifying to be so exposed I wondered?
Watching from my window, coffee steaming, snug in the safety of this strong
house protecting me from exposure
lucky me whose thin
skin would never
withstand the
buffeting slashing.
I whose soul
shivered
with fear for
those ruffled
feathers
weathering all
elements with
no house but a pine.
Robin Stevens Payes | (c)February 2015
