Feathered little birdie

Feathered little birdie,

Shuttling through the air.

Being pecked by the net.

Being picked up by the air,

and Brought to the other side.

Before it hits the ground again,

it's Hit by another net.

Sizzling through the air.

Sweat dripping down my neck.

Heat in my scarf

Heat beneath my feet

My hair peeking, leaping out from the sides of my scarf and the forehead

I swing my arm, and hit it again.

Sometimes with anger.

Sometimes with frustration.

Sometimes with annoyance.

Sometimes with an escape plan. But, sometimes for me.

Poor little birdie.

Flying across the room.

Locked in. Between two doors.

Poor little birdie.

Locked even under the blue sky.

Poor little birdie.

Locked under the deep blue sea.

Poor little birdie. Poor little birdie.

Shares the grief. With me.