NaPoWriMo#26 Song Thrush Spicket

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Bird song through open window
well before dawn,
a dripping faucet song.

He rests on rotting bough
seat for morning’s leaky spout;
his throat a rusty valve.

Maybe his washer’s broken?
Maybe his cartridge gave out?
My legs stem in friction;
where’s his shut-off valve?

Would someone help
deactivate this cursed thing?
Wait, I see the problem,
his “O” vowel ring’s malfunctioning.

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NaPoWriMo#26 challenges us to write a poem that contains at least one epic simile. Also known as Homeric similes, these are basically extended similes that develop over multiple lines.

A recording of a spring dawn chorus in Virginia, USA


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