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Bridegroom Spurned
The trees are full, birds chitter among
themselves, eyes on the feeders below
and the gray cat who sleeps with one eye open.
March rains fall with predictable boredom.
It is, after all, the weekend. Not that the birds care.
Nor the cat, who has staked his territory under
the feeder table, where it is dry.
He only wants to play, he tries to assure the birds --
and me. I know better. They know better. Besides,
he is too well fed for successful hunting.
A bridegroom spurned, he patiently waits his
vengeance while the hundred virgin brides
craftily perch out of his reach
singing gaily the Scheherazade.
~Lenora Rain-Lee Good
Rain is a poet and playwright based in Washington state. Email.
© 1999 by Lenora Rain-Lee Good. All Rights Reserved.
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