You fell a good, long way.
An altricial species,
With your odorous niche and status exhausted.
Scattering your matter around casually
I mewled watching you skip queerly around.
Pecking and warbling in an anomalous patois.
My eyes cold like lead pellets,
Open only to give you the once over, as
The twigs nestled around me pierce my squalid wings.
Yours are too heavy to carry the contents of your encumbrance.
No intention to reach you,
The smell of her lay thick on you now….
Replacing the comfort of my own.
Immobilizing, like a woman wearing a bra to bed.
It’s all the same.
You chirp like a smoke detector at midnight.
As my journey begins,
And you…
continue to peck and warble.
A fowl’s listless cries.
Photo Courtesy of K.W. Scheff
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