1.25.14 Long Gone

Long Gone 

Early this morning 
the lot of us were
tangled in bed
fitted like a puzzle
dogs feet by
husband's head
cat curled under
bedspread

When suddenly there was
such a flutter
brushing
about the window
small bush outside
shaking

So, half of us woke
and got up
and went to the window
two of us leapt up
onto the windowsill
and peered out

Two remained on the
cold morning floor
Two footed and four
peeking out
curtains as cover

And there before us was a
flock of robins
happily devouring the
deep red berries
of the prickle bush
which remains all invisible
the rest of the year til

Come winter
it shines it's fruit
awake while all else
sleeps

Turning their heads they
noticed the line of us
cats dog person their disgruntlement clear as they
continued small leaps that
brought their beaks up to those
small rich berries
the flock of them filling
up

Later on
when the dogs and I
stepped outside
the bush was fair bare the
noisy flock fattened and
long gone the snow
falling once again the late
January temperature
dropping