The Last Rattle
Two birds are
bickering in the grass.
They stop. Watch a girl
with blue shoes run
down the garden path.
The child’s hair
is the colour
of silvered honey,
licked by the moon.
She’s winter’s last rattle,
and the birds feel it
in the air.
written for dVerse “Nature” and Twiglets #17 “rattling winter”
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