by Glen Martin Fitch
Shut your mouth, bird!
I know what you saw.
You needn't squawk about it
Or chase me though the wood.
You followed him as he approached.
Snow sparkled in the moonlight.
Like wings his arms stretched wide.
I kissed his frosted beard.
Anyone would think to hear you chatter
You never gussied up your tail
Or helped another build a cozy nest.
So why this moral tone?
You sure were quiet then,
When he and I were lying in the snow.
Oh, his warm breath on my neck!
Then that shudder up my spine!
Any bird above would guess
Two stranger's paths had crossed.
Do you have to tell them
How two lovers came and went?
Foot-prints swell in sunlight.
Our secret all will know.
Quick, shake the clouds above
And hide my angel in the snow.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."
Last updated August 23, 2011