She talks to every living thing
Maybe even more than humans
She talks to her plants as they grow
To butterflies & birds who visit daily
She has an ongoing rapport with the
Blue jays and chickadees
Who boisterously call for food
Whenever she walks under the trees
Of the yard
Underneath, the grass is littered with
Shells of sunflowers & peanuts
A beach, an ocean of giving &
Giving back
She talks to her cats
Marking loyal days together.
To her, these things are as alive as anyone
& worthy of communication.
But why doesn’t she speak to the
Hummingbirds? Messengers, she feels
She should at least send a prayer
Or a wish
Or a private longing
A cry for help
But she doesn’t
Want to scare them away.
Margaret King is a Wisconsin writer who enjoys penning poetry, short stories, and young adult novels. In her spare time, she likes to haunt the shores of Lake Michigan, similar to many of her fictional characters. Her most recent work has appeared in Unlost Journal, Moonchild Magazine, Enclave, and The Ginger Collect.
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