It was another day
another foxed page
torn from a book
shelved in the attic of
a seldom-visited library
A day as tender
as my mother’s hand
in mine soft and fragile
as a tiny gray bird
newly hatched
A day too tough
to nibble or chew
dry and hard
as the pigs’ ears
for which my dog
begs and yearns
It was another day
but now it’s done
night drawn about me
like a shawl comforting
dark and promising
a warmer tomorrow
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
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