Waiting

motionless in a recliner by the window

wallpaper television unnoticed in the corner

staring back through the window at me

no sign of recognition

 

sudden sunlight on the garden

evokes no interest

in the sparkle of buttercups and daisies

or the shimmer of the pond

 

song-thrush lands in the lilac tree

branches bouncing in light breeze

spraying droplets that become lost

in the glare

 

cat prowls the long grass

eyes fixed upwards

as the thrush looks back

through clustered pink flowers

 

the recliner never moves

gazing all day

at something only he can see

waiting, waiting, waiting

◄ Hailstones

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