In Bed

between the treetops

and the sky

my thoughts fly with the crows

as they caw in their war

with the miners

fat magpie babies scream for food

oblivious to the fact

they’ll soon be on their own

and I lie in my bed

with the curtains tightly closed

pretending that the day

has not begun

 

 

Copyright October 2016

 

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