I opened the door
to a host of birds
singing different songs
in multiple keys.
They shook the blooms
on my Bradford Pears, like
tiny, white-gloved hands,
applauding their rendition of
“Here Comes The Sun”.
I slurped hot coffee,
listened and watched,
as each had its own agenda
from breakfast to chicks.
With the door closed
I could still see them fluttering
on feathers and worms,
but all I could hear
on my side of the glass,
was the damned telephone screaming
get back to work!
(all rights reserved Pat Paulk 2006)
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That was a surprise ending to your tranquil morning.
Two sides of the door. Splendid work.
I really like this poem. It is verry good. I am glad that I had the joy to read it.
entertaining read as usual. afraid i spend way too much time on the wrong side of the door...
I like how you ended it -
that image of birds singing
"here comes the sun"
will silence my phone for weeks
(i'm going out now to do some training - i feed 'em so the least they can do is learn one special song) :)
Thanks everybody!!
Stay on the side where the phone doesn't ring...If only we could do that more.
I like this!
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