Epigram ‘n Aphorism Samwiches

Under The Throw

My bay window acts as a cage,
where they flit inside puzzled limbs
of an anticipant crab,
that stoic shuns a stiff blast without bend
but for brittle stems sent.
In an instant,
dawn tittered melody becomes a din.
A sparked sun no longer ekes out
beneath dimming clouds.

Mrs. Red Breast fat flops down
on dull turf. Plump puffed, she stops,
cocked head, darts side-to-side.
A skip-hop dance, pauses, bounces back.
Nothing yanked, heavily she flutters up
to the budding maple’s rigid arm.

Clouds now full thick, roll in, lower
and glare at me in my recliner, my container,
as Red beelines it from her haven;
shouting she goes, the last fowl sound
before a distant grumble.

Light escapes this soft lounge
when the porch is first to report.
It strikes fast, comes again, thickly applies
as a crop duster to empty street.
A rush dashes to the corner grate.
The feck begins, ends, sends more,
as if a child grips and spins a tap.
But roof and gutters cannot conceal
echos of metal and oily black skins pelted,
now steady receiving seasonal torment.

I’ll be here for hours and reminds —
wear a thicker garment under this throw.


4.17.22
32 lines, free verse
8.14.22 revised

Title: double meaning

Taboo Words  April 2022
Prompt: APRIL SHOWERS
taboo words: water, drench, weather, cold, shower
or any derivatives of these words