A pair of goldfinches came to the feeder
(empty since fall), poked around for scraps,
and scooped themselves away, having found no seed.
Off then to the office, where each day I scrape
away at my empty life.
I once thought in thoughts I could escape,
but my poor starved dreams all left.
An experiment in form. This one, I’m quite sure, doesn’t work. It’s a syllabic form with off-rhyme. The syllable-count is 11-9-11-9-7-9-7; the rhyme scheme is ababcbc.