The Connoisseur
Pat Fredeman
Behind the lemon curtain
at the window pane
Hiding
Forsythia and daffodils
Brushy tendrils
Sunning in glitter
of June
Luster bright
Shadowing his cat eyes
With suspect light.
Something lurks he's sure -
a flicker of wings -
He knows:
Hidden in a halo of delight
Sits a radiant golden bird
Featured on this delicious dawn
And served especially for him.
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