Rainy Morning (11-21-13)
A small bird
calling desperately for it's mother
ran over in the rainy morning.
If I could see a seagull,
or a sea-cat,
today would be fine,
I'm sure.
On rainy mornings
I can't sleep,
pacing around
like a caged animal.
My last bit of freedom,
to walk a little farther in the cold
taken away by kindness.
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