By Karen McPherson
Plump little king with rattle cry
Alerting me. Perched on the wire
You preen for my admiring gaze.
I know who you are, little king.
Perched on the wire, alerting me,
You know you’ve caught my eye,
Little king, I know just who you are
In smart white collar & jaunty crown.
Oh my, you’ve caught my eye, and I admit
I am beguiled by you, quite taken by
That smart white collar, jaunty crown,
Your puffed up air of singularity.
Quite taken, yes, and quite beguiled by how
You’re preening there for my admiring gaze,
Puffed up declaring your singularity,
Plump little king, with rattle cry.
Poet and translator Karen McPherson is the author of two books of poetry: Skein of Light (Airlie Press, 2014) and Sketching Elise (Finishing Line, 2012). Her work has appeared in numerous literary journals including Beloit Poetry Journal, Descant, Cider Press Review, Zoland, and Potomac Review. Her website is kmcphersonpoet.com.