Monday, April 1, 2013

Anna Fern

Anna Fern

in my chest
a grass tick buried deep

cheap motel room
smoke alarm chirps
halfway there

dawn chorus
kookaburras chuckle and laugh
my insomnia

driving home from hospital visit
his health improving
an L-plater bunny hops


urgent proofreading job
across the pages he sprawls

my velvet tin roof drummer
bounces to his own tune
purrs to the moon

spring shower
baby blackbirds hop on the lawn
cat sleeps inside

cleaning out the freezer
my dead cat’s kangaroo mince
rissoles and tears

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