perched on Cecile Brunner's thorned throne
preens her feathers.
Wing extends. She
preens
her armpit.
A delicate toilette.
Oregon bush hare
pauses
at the top of concrete steps
eyeing us
seated
in her path. She hops
behind some ferns
meanders
down
a different path.
Passes around the people
on the shady lawn.
Then ducks under the gate
to
wander.
About this poem
This poem is part of my poem-a-day cycle for the solar solstice year 2019-2020.
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