Monsoon

Two birds on a wire

chirping, fidgeting, ruffling feathers.

The opera of the summer

Of their discontent.

On and on and on — they chirp and fidget and ruffle their feathers.

 

A bird on a wire.

Chirping, fidgeting, no ruffled feathers.

Dripping wet

the first of the monsoon’s drops

on the alley cat.

She stares up at her

a bird on the wire;

a bird in her mouth

with ruffled feathers

dripping red a summer past.

 

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