Dead Bird.A Poem by MH![]() My cat prefers my mother.![]()
There is a graveyard of gifts outside my Mothers door,
the feathered wrappings matted and askew, the contents spill out through white ribs, hollow eyes, emaciated, it stared forward. We didn't ask for these but she was happy to bring them. © 2016 MHAuthor's Note
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