Katrina Kaye

the lilac in the front yard was filled with tiny birds.

Their first feathers still poofing under new coats;
all chirp and chatter in the excitement of learning to fly.

I watched them and their hurry; the exhilaration
of the new. What a lovely song.

There is no point to this story,
other than it made me momentarily happy.

The idea of capture and keepsake never crossed my mind.
There was no lust for ownership or some distortion of permanence.

No, this was just a twinkle;

a lost minute,

slip of seconds,

a glorious moment,

that ended quickly and forever.

 

 

“The other morning,” is previously published by Cajun Mutt Press (2024) and Kelp Journal (2024).