Nothing more than an azure
Mass of feathers sprawled on a twig floor,
A majestic mess upon an ancient throne.

Tiny half-created wings spread
In awkward V's about my head
I twitched excitedly for this beautiful day, alone,

A burst of strength then let me creep
Across my nest, awoke from sleep
And peer down at the damp ground with a moan,

My tingling beak jumped
Toward the writhing lumps of insects
Until I lay there starved inside my home.

05/14/2007

Posted on 05/14/2007
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