A Rare Visit

A Rare Visit

Silvery light slipped through the blind

Scratching at the edges of her mind

A faded monochrome

Distant dream of home

In the garden a thrush trilled its morning song

Another bird began to sing along

A different timbre and yet the same

She sat up and tried to recall its name

A passing crow cawed

The bird cawed too

A blackbird whistled

The bird whistled too

She look out of the window

And in full view

Was not one mockingbird

But two


© Kim M. Russell, 2016