21 May 2015

a bird in the hand


fledgeling . . .

wing feathers flutter

in the cat's mouth



lifeless . . .

this fledgeling an almost

perfect replica


. . . . . . . . . .


& a repeat of a haiku in memory of my younger sisters D & S for what would be their birthday. 
twins, D lived for a day and S for thirty-five years.
for me,  a lifetime of family memory and emotion are held in these three simple lines.  


day break

half a pale blue

egg shell


  

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