Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Wednesday, November 12, 2008: On the Street…Carnival Costume, Rio


My friend had this green bird
And it squeaked like a creaky hinge
All night during slumber parties

There was a cloth over its cage
So that the bird would know
That it was night time

And when I crept past it
Through the unfamiliar house
Past the kitchen, toward the bathroom

I wondered if inside
The bird was talking in his sleep
Or wide awake and waiting


  1. The picture and the poem are so perfectly paired. "Polly loves the poem."

    I adore the image of a bird talking in its sleep as you crept by.

  2. I loved that one. Very clever, the connection between the two caged birds.


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