The Bird

I am the bird that everyone knows.

Never sees, only feels my presence.

Visible in your mind, noticeable in your heart.

My wingtips are dashed with anxiety,

my tail feathers streaked with frustration and loss.

On my back, I am speckled with distress and pressure,

unavoidable.

I am cursed;

you are cursed.

I am cursed to live with you,

with everyone.

You are cursed with my presence,

but you can adjust to let me fit

make room

even though I'm unappreciated.

I am here

no matter what.

Gussy the cat

Calico Frost

VT

13 years old

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    Tranquility

    My funny little friend

    appearing at my door

    day in and day out

    to say hello to me.

    So intelligent

    yet so stupid

    chasing after fallen leaves and blades of grass

    lying on the doormat

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  • Poetry

    By Calico Frost

    Happy birthday

    Happy birthday

    or more like happy belated birthday -

    I'm a day late -

    but still

    you're fourteen now

    same as you were a week ago

    but older

    You'll be driving in what, two years?

    we're so old

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