January’s View

January chirps from her palm tree
overlooking the honeymooners on their deck.
She digs her toes into her sand and gravel filled nest
in anticipation of leftover wine.
Hopping from nest to railing
she watches as water wells in the eyes of the spouse.
She digs back into her memories of creatures
not familiar with the scene.
She has seen this before but usually
with a smile on the face.
There is nothing happy about this woman
as she looks past the man out onto the desert.
There will be no leftover wine for January.