Wednesday, 15 April 2015

He loves me?

There was only ever one
snapping it's elegant neck with ease
I rolled it back and forth
between my thumb and forefinger
it's white layered skirt
tinged with pink
fascinated me
dancing and twirling around
and around its bright yellow yolk
I picked the feathered fingers off
one by one
he loves me
he loves me not
leaving it all to chance.

LH 2015



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