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 

little finch