Friday, January 4, 2013

Paul DeVito- A Poem


She was out in the garden,
sunning herself by the roses,
suddenly a rain cloud stopped by
and a gentle sunrain began to fall,
she flew up to her nest in the oak
and protected her babies,
the sun was stretching in various
directions and a rainbow was formed
in the west, the other birds
hardly noticed the rain, they played
in the birdbath, splashing merrily
as if time stood still,
then the cloud passed, my bird
flew down from her nest
and joined the others in the bath,
the flowers glistened with the drops
of water as if dew had fallen,
no catastrophe had occurred,
nothing at all hardly but a few drops
of water, and yet everything was different.

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