My window framed a thrush singing out-loud.
The bird's song was concentrated and proud.
All other sounds fell away for a show.
The small creature had a natural flow.
After a while, my cat noticed and pounced.
Feline paws, against a glass window, bounced.
Sighing I knew the tune would have to end.
My cat to the poor songbird did offend.
I remember the piece being pretty.
To this day, I still feel it's a pity.
Maybe that bird's songs are heard by someone
—Though it would be nice to see a home run.
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Grains of Graphite Book 1
PoetryGrains of Graphite is a North American poetry collection focusing on a wide range of emotions, many of which are intimate.
