Judy McNuttJudy McNutt
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In my floppy, fluffy slippers and poppy flower pajamas,
Thumping along the sidewalk to the alleyway
Oblivious of the waving leaves of cannas,
I slog the rubbish to the bin.

A mocking bird dive-bombs in obtuse angles.
It’s wings tangle in my hair.
Oh, the fear!
My eyes squeeze shut and all I can think
Of is that pointy beak, and two scratchy feet.

One cold compress later,
Feeling much safer,
I contemplate the message
of the mockingbird
Who awakened me,
To where I am
Without a word.

Sleep-walking while wide awake
Is only the symptom
Of a larger mistake.


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