Doctor Bird on a Winter's Day

I owe that Doctor Bird an apology.

Icicles drip from his long, streamer tails.

Alone, perched against a snowy backdrop.

Never mind that he is carved from a coconut husk.

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Icicles drip from his long, streamer tails.

What Doctor Bird could deserve such a fate?

Never mind that he is carved from a coconut husk.

He is out of place here. I see that clearly now.

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What Doctor Bird could deserve such a fate?

Dangling from a string on my back porch,

He is out of place here. I see that clearly now.

I should have known from the start.

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Dangling from a string on my back porch,

Alone, perched against a snowy backdrop.

I should have known from the start.

I owe that Doctor Bird an apology.

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[Author's Note: This poem was first published in 2020, in The Caribbean Writer, Vol. 34 (USVI).]