Thursday, October 17, 2013


An owl, stiff
On a white branch.
We took her to the apartment.
She turned from the Cheerios
On the floor
And the sticky sofa.
At the distant gun shot,
She raised feathers
Like a coat with a fur collar.
She did not look
At the little girl in braids
And a heavy diaper.
Instead she blinked slowly,
Facing the cracks in the walls.

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