Bogeyman

(You have expressed
with skill and grace
the Bogeyman
who comes to roost
when weather here turns fair.)

First breath of spring
barely exhaled
his leathern wings are heard
beating out a cadence
just before he perches
on my shoulder

light at first
but heavier
with each passing day.
He chuffs to catch his breath
then leans against my head,
an all too familiar lover, cooing,
"winter's comin'!"

Inspired by the poem The Passing of Another Day by Fergus Martin.

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