Listen
Out there
The black headed gull
Twirlng and twizzling
In the winter night
His wings flapping
Like a sailboat
Over Vltava
Listen
There goes
The cold river
Simpering and sleepwalking
Casting spells
On the tourists
That look like flowers
Under the city lights
Listen
If you may
And you could hear
Her soft watery burble
From two blocks away
They have a name for it
Susurrus
A quite word
Like murmur, like limerence
The kind of pretty words
You adore
Listen
To Zulejka’s paws
Kneading on your blanket
Squishing all the evils
Of the world
Into soft little lint balls
She is about to
Turn herself
Into a warm loaf
And go
Mrrrp mrrrp mrrrp
Her polite cue for bedtime
Listen
Tonight
Before you wade into
The maze
Of your pillow thoughts
Before the night chills
Spread dreams
Across the walls
Pout your lips and
Read this poem aloud
Utter these words
In soft breathy whispers
Then listen.
You just might hear
The elusive sound
Of love.
(For Prague, and for that fuzzy haired fairy I call Poppet. Happy Valentine’s Day 💖).
Featured Artwork: LEAVING THE BED by Nick Alm