I am a junco,
with my gray cowl
overlaying my white
surplice.
I am a junco:
I mate in pairs but
I forage in flocks,
in safety.
I am a junco,
but my flock is
not democracy
but theocracy.
We are priests,
our gray cowls
overlaying our white
surplices.
This poem is submitted for TweetSpeak Poetry’s community prompt, where we take the Every Day Poem distributed on Monday and pull words, ideas or images from it to create a new poem.
It is also submitted for Open Link Night at dVerse Poets. The links will be live at 2 p.m. Central time today.
8 comments:
it is a cute and round little bird.
nice...with a little white collar his priestly garb would be perfect...smiles...we mate in pairs and hunt in packs...well true that...smile.
The hunter gatherer of our modern society has a mirror in the feathered world! Love the allusions in this!
Cute bird, and congratulations on your new book. liked my read at your spot.
Love this. Love juncos, too, though ours area all grey - not quite so interesting.
Juncos are real, then… Hmmm.. Love this!
Lovely poem, love it.
ah, the words...so chosen. very beautiful. thoughtful too.
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