Thursday, August 11, 2016

I & Cleo

Today's poem is dedicated to Mogie Kinosian, long time college friend, genius,
 who said "Let's call her Cleopatra."

Ok Mogie!


I & Cleo


"Hey Cleo, did the mail lady come?"
  Cleo doesn’t answer, but I know that she’s not dumb,
She’s a mourning dove,
  Who’s nesting on her second brood
Upon the driveway lamp
  In the garage alcove

We call her Cleo, because
  We thought she needed a name,
Something Royal, Queenly, Egyptian,
  And when a friend pointed out
The blue mascara about her onyx eyes,
  Cleo she was

"Those eggs must be hard boiled by now!"
  Through all this summer heat and drought
She’s been on the nest two weeks,
  She responds to me by staring,
Two eyes, thumbnail head, beak,
  She’s still doing it now

Tomorrow is my birthday,
  And I’m anticipating presents,
Cleo has been moving about,
  Turning, stirring, still again, content,
And yes I talk to her, staring eyes,
  I just enjoy her presence

Nothing in the mail box,
  No boxes by the door,
No fledglings poking peeking out,
  I & Cleo, we’ll wait more…

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