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the bird pecks
at the window
while atop
its perch of
overgrown shrubs
my voice catches
inside my throat
certainly it knows
how secrets stream
down the eaves
silver and gray
one, two, three
they ooze out of me
as the bird sways
in the breeze
lighting upon
the leaves of a bay

Jennifer Greene Sullivan

5.16.18

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I am an English teacher, mother, and wife, but I love to write. I feel that I am blessed to be able to use my talent to write about my children's books, poems, short fiction, and parenting. Please feel free to contact me with any questions you may have about my experiences with beginning a writing career while focusing on my children and my job. I look forward to comments and to hear from my readers! View all posts by agingenglishmajor

the bird pecks at the window while atop its perch of overgrown shrubs my voice catches inside my throat certainly it knows how secrets stream down the eaves silver and gray one, two, three they ooze out of me as the bird sways in the breeze lighting upon the leaves of a bay

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the bird pecks
at the window
while atop
its perch of
overgrown shrubs
my voice catches
inside my throat
certainly it knows
how secrets stream
down the eaves
silver and gray
one, two, three
they ooze out of me
as the bird sways
in the breeze
lighting upon
the leaves of a bay