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Crying Birds

by Johanna May

Like birds they were
all r's and sharp edges
flutey air hissing in between syllables
The vernacular too alien for me
to detect any prelude to any great sadness
so when faces turned red
and tears fell from somewhere between
my mindless chore lulled by listening
I forgot myself,
I stared and stared
until one of them looked up
across at me
eyes full of animal pain
and I stunned
to being untigered.


Posted on 07/15/2019
Copyright © 2020 Johanna May

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/15/19 at 12:16 AM

Especially loved the "flutey air hissing" and the word "untigered".

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