Today's poem was inspired by the following:
Brownie points for anyone who can figure out what kind of bird that is...
Here's the poem:
"Feather Skies"
The warbling Northern Mockingbirdchirps a stranger's tune,
acid words spilling from his beak:
"HUMAN...Human...human...safe!"
Others announce my arrival in turn,
turning their beaks to the side
so their blackberry eyes
can see the world beneath their wings.
"human...Human...HUMAN!"
I watch them, curious at their undying attention,
like the reverse end of a lover's coin.
"Human...human...safe!"
Who am I to these air sirens?
Who do I become in their eyes?
"Move away...Move away...Move away now..."
There, the mother hen clucking her little orders;
There, the little whisper of the Earth mother
serenading the world with wild harmonies.
"human...Human...HUMAN!"
I look in their beads of ethereal visions
and see myself reflected as if by an ocean.
"Human...human...safe!"
And in that moment, I see myself,
the bird man waiting to fly
on skies of upturned buckets,
toes wriggling in the fog where feathers play.
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