It flew out of my pocket-
the white under feathers
floating everywhere
in tufts of downy orbs
aloft and aloof
making May
all dande-
lion.
The baby birds have begun to bloom,
the cats smell them out
and bring them home to me
limp and plucked.
they seem proud,
if I May
speak for felines
looking to chat
about lambs and lions.
about lambs and lions.
Image credit By State Library of New South Wales collection (taken 1945) [No restrictions], via Wikimedia Commons.
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