Thursday, 28 December 2017

IT’S PERSONAL

by Donna Joy Kerness


By myself, but not alone-
where red birds strut
outside my window-

I can hear the sleek black manx
licking his fur
and sucking his claws,
while my naked body 
purrs on cool crisp sheets
in preparation for dreams,

I descend
into the soft soundless pillow
of afternoon silence,

Feeling the fig tree quiver
with hungry birds,
I begin to eat the hours before me-

By myself, where the window,
a gaping eye
fills my room

with outdoor music………