The Poetry of
Jack Scott


Sitting, looking out
watching birds fluster at my feeder
finches, sparrows, the usual barflies.
A male cardinal alights to dine
scattering peons from the table.
electric red in his sudden presence
capturing attention
now wholly his,
lingering in my afterglow
long after drabness returns
like a dusk.


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