By Elizabeth Smith

Two magpies glide to the tree
Outside our bedroom window.
“Look!” I whisper to my daughter,
Who looks too much like me
Today: tangled hair, still
In a nightgown, wet nose.
She raises her feverish head
From our pillow, and the magpies
Hop along the branch, screech
To each other, then
Flutter off.
“Birdies!” she says. “Come back tomorrow?”


John RC Potter said…
Beautifully written. Hopefully, "feverish head" was a reference to only a temporary illness. An evocative poem about love for a child, and the beauty of nature in the appearance of the bird at the window. John RC Potter

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