Finch

dark room

 

frizzy fibers enter my nails,

anticipation sets in

 

the bird is hungry

 

ears open,

one sound,

the bird is fluttering

 

looking for predators,

none in sight,

the bird is in the clear

 

TV blaring,

the bird enters the nest

 

feeding time

 

TV is off,

no sound

 

perched watching me lay asleep,

this bird is mistaken,

my senses are alive

i am in no slumber

 

delicate feathers lay on my thigh

 

my eyes squeeze tighter,

i must not scare this bird away

it will know i am awake

 

the bird dances along my legs,

tracing my scars

feeling every pore

searching

 

hunger is driving this bird wild,

no clear thoughts,

 

taking what it wants,

feeding it’s hunger till it’s bored

 

i can’t stop it’s feeding,

i must lay limp

must stay still

must remain calm

 

stroking

poking

prodding

the wings don’t slow down

exploring

 

it’s tail feathers are ruffled

excited

 

hurry

 

the bird begins to fly away

 

that bird is the most dangerous,

coming-out only in the night

 

preying on the easily accessible

 

i have no bravery to try and cage it

 

 

no one believes i have encountered you

no one believes i have fed you

unwillingly

 

i have no bravery to shoo you away

 

your wings are powerful

overbearing

 

i have no strength compared

 

until next feeding session 

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little finch

This poem is about: 
Me

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