Springtime Mating

There is a horny robin

banging into the reflection of itself

against the glass window he thinks he found a mate

it is cold and hard

repelling his every move

yet he keeps coming back

handsome with his orange breast

sits at the top of the apple tree

contemplating his new approach

and mumbling

that feathered bitch

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Springtime Mating

Into This Life

Bad dreams

Wake the sleep

Are anything other than

Bad experience or

Sickness

Gone away or

that sadness and

A suicidal melancholy

How ridiculous to believe

That no one loves your

truth?

It’s all that we have

How did I ever forget the

Beauty of life

I was so asleep!

We are all in a bad dream

You’ll say, I can’t believe

You can believe in

yourself

Sit

back and laugh at

temporary circumstance

One day you will look

Far deeper into this life
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NaPoWriMo prompt using a Rumi poem

Into This Life