Feral Calico
By Tim Dwyer
There you go Henry, you never meet me, guardian of the birds, face to face, but slip back through the hedge, then reappear on the narrow lane, your tail curling around the corner. Too late Henry, our robin is safe, sending out a mating call atop the blossoming tree.
Henry Returns
By Tim Dwyer
Finally, we’re face to face— you leap on top of the wall in the narrow lane, I approach slowly, hands in pockets until I stand between you and the robin, now safely perched among the cherry blossoms. Staring back and forth, time slows, we turn dreamlike with robin’s liquid song.
Tim Dwyer
Tim Dwyer’s poems appear regularly in UK and Irish journals, including Cyphers, Frogmore Papers, New Irish Writing, Orbis, Poetry Ireland Review. His chapbook is Smithy Of Our Longings (Lapwing). He was raised by Irish parents in a working class, diverse Brooklyn neighbourhood. Before medical retirement, he worked as a clinical psychologist in New York
prisons. He now lives by the shore in Bangor, Northern Ireland. He presently has poetry manuscripts under submission.
Twitter: @Timtjdwyer
Photo credit: Andrea Tummons
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