From Paper To Book, From Thought To Ink A place where I post my poetry Learn more BED OF FEATHERS June I don't like to hear the birdsSing in MayIt reminds me of the goneMy lonely graveyardEasily forgottenFair bones to stare atFaces, whiteLaughs, they're only teethI welcome them in JuneWarm nights and mysterious bringings.. Sounds…