A Year of Poems – Day 64

Eyes flicker close,
mind awakes.
a thousand humming birds
flutter around inside.
You notice one
flying to the bird feeder.
The squirrel gets there first.
The birdseed falls faster
than your head can track.
As the seeds
hit the floor
you hit the bed
asleep.

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