Homeless man,
blue veins prominent
on cold fingers. He
lingers in cave-like
space, his face hidden
under lid of a cardboard
box. A frightened
baby bird of lemon hue
seeks shelter on the man's
thigh. Man wonders why
this bird feels secure
with him. He feels a wisp
of air on his finger,
timorous thrumming
of baby bird's heart.
The two settle in
for the night, each
grateful for the other's
company.
http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
Heartwarming tale, Sara.
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Thanks, Dora!
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This was loving and gentle Sara, really captured me my friend… ✌🏼🕊❤️
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Thanks so much, Rob!
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Very beautiful piece ❤
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Thanks so much, poetisatinta!
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Delicate and lovely.
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Thanks, wyndolynne!
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This one tugs at the heartstrings … we have a huge houseless population in Bend … the fixes are few are far between.
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Same here in NY. Thanks, Helen.
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Aw, this is very sweet. I like to think of the two creatures giving each other comfort. Heaven knows, they both need it.
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Yes, they certainly do. Thanks, Sherry!
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To find companionship in unexpected places. Beautifully stated.
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Thanks, Tru!
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Wonderful.
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Thanks, q!
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Soulmates. A truly touching tale.
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Thanks, Keith!
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Each other’s company can be the greatest gift of all. A wonderful poem Sara!
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Thanks, Carrie!
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