– tree branch –

As the cold breeze brushed past me,
I shivered in my sleep, leaves aflutter.
Down flew a little thrush, to perch,
On my branch, with ruffled feathers
A faint tune lingering in her throat.
I woke with a start, shook my arm
But on she soar once more,
Leaving me alone with her song.

8 thoughts on “– tree branch –

  1. Beautiful. I like how you get into the minds of animals, plants and things. I enjoyed your squirrel poem, the puppy one, the comet one and now this. They remind me of a poem by Ted Hughes called Hawk Roosting and another one called The Eagle by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.

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