Happy poem

Look at it –
it’s happy on its cerulean blue plastic stool.

Wouldn’t you
with a bright chromium yellow bill

like that?
And ocher webbed feet


in extra wide
carmine rubber sandals?

– James Steerforth (© 2007)

Written in the opposite mood to pull myself out of the bog by my own hair, so to speak.

About James Steerforth

I am an author of poetry and fiction, translator and painter who loves to have fun with borrowed feathers.
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