Lovely Penguin

by marie gordon

Oh, sweet robins gape
At me here
In my hole between narrow walls
Frigid with envy’s leer

They tweet and dance
They prance and smile
While I toil
My soul, they, sing, defile

I wonder as they flap
Their wings and fly
I cross my arms
Away from the feathery sky

Tweet you little prey
Of dogs and fly
Like pansy birds
Over power-lines high

My shaky hands tap
On the window sill pondering
Wanting to frolic free
Swooping wings tempting

Freely, little birds
You sing, I weep
For all you have
I would not hope to keep

Oh fleeting springs
And budding golden rays
On my eyes and on my mind
Your freedom weighs

I gape at you through
Thick glass and bear
The seeds of envy
That I toss at you with listless care

My weary pupils
Do rest on your beady eyes
Behind my scope
Thee robins I despise

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