Red Bird of Winter

By Younis   

Every morning you call to me
Long after the leaves have fallen
You still come
To perch on thorny branches
Today your son
Is a reproach
Tsk tsk
I couldn't sleep again
I rise from bed
My hip aching
And watch you pick your way
Through frozen tufts of grass
Your red doesn't fade
I want to be like your
And never lose my appetite for morning

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