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POEM: Sunday Morning Sounds

Posted on October 11, 2020 by B Gourley

Rainy morning pitter-patter sounds like a distant sizzle.

Caws come from down the street.
Did they drag out a bloated rat —
a chubby, urban-fed beast unable to escape the flooding storm drains?

Or maybe rain and stillness have riled these rowdy ravens?

Silence.

A near bird shrieks…

5 thoughts on “POEM: Sunday Morning Sounds”

drpassenger on October 11, 2020 at 9:02 am said:

Aw these metaphors. life and death at same point.

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henhouselady on October 11, 2020 at 5:10 pm said:

Great poem with powerful word images.

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Preetisingh on October 15, 2020 at 4:27 pm said:

Emotions so beautiful

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- B Gourley on October 15, 2020 at 4:31 pm said:
  
  Thanks
  
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Preetisingh on October 17, 2020 at 8:59 am said:

There are so many perspectives on rain, in India rain is considered to be romantic, in Germany it is awful! Even people see it different

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