black feathers

Cara was blind. She couldn’t see grain on the ground and would sometimes roost on a stone in the middle of the flat. But she must have had some sight, because she could get in the dog’s door and would wander into the kitchen, making that ‘Brrk, brrk,’ sound that hens make for greeting.

a shuffle
of black feathers
then a cackle
and there’s a warm brown egg
in the washing basket

(tanka published in Bright Stars, Volume 2)

8 thoughts on “black feathers

  1. The warmth of the brown egg permeates this entire wonderful tanka. To read it is to fall in love more deeply than ever with life and the words we use to circumscribe it.

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