The Bird Beneath the Swamp

 

 

The bird beneath the swamp

looked a lot like me

and was waiting for a fish to come by

or some frog not paying attention.

 

I don’t remember having a twin

or even a brother –

Mom never said anything.

 

After a while I couldn’t really tell

if he was following me around

or if I just happened to be going to

the same places he was.

 

I don’t think he was all that smart –

we’d always go for the same fish

but I’d be the one to come up with it.

 

Although one time I did happen

to see him chewing the same time

I was.