Today's poem is by Julie Suk
There Are Days
I do nothing but watch the birds
flit around the feeder,
a pile of feathers
preened to the bone
by the cat skulking in the shrub.
The hawk on a fence post
Who can you trust?
I duck at the flicker's rat-a-tat-tat.
Sooner not later
watchful or not
day swooping down with a cold eye,
its merciless appetite
preferring us raw.
Copyright © 2015 Julie Suk All rights reserved
from Cimarron Review
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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