shadow

Poem

Saturday morning,
later than usual -
our son has let us sleep.
Out in the living room
sprawled on the floor
very quietly he is playing
a game of checkers
with his eagle puppet.
The eagle is winning.
Watching this, I see how it is:
Each of us, proud of his pupil.

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