Mary E. Lowd
March 21, 2021
Wait for the birds
Where they’re sure to come
Home to roost
Crouch in a house
Much too small
Knowing you have but to wait
The birds will come
Surely they’ll come?
The cat in the birdhouse
Has only to wait
And wait
And wait
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From the book: Some Words Burn Brightly: An Illuminated Collection of Poetry
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