Month: July 2024

Summer bird, sing your song.

Tweedle-eet-deet, fly up and up,

To your nest in the tree.

Feed your babies from your beak.

Watch for shadows of preying hawks.

Watch for squirrels, thieves of food.

Winter bird, what will you do,

When there’s nothing to eat

Not far from home?

Winter bird, do you rise early,

To dig in the ground

For a crawling worm?

Something small, something good.

Something precious in the woods.

Rain coming down on my head, runs

Down my nose, then onto my shoes.

Lovely day for a walk, he, he. Wonder

If there is any sanity in a Quaker

Parrot’s scream. Not so, it seems. By

The way, is there anything clean

About a bloody nose? My sinuses are

Dried out from the Claritin I take to

Stop the running. But there is a storm

Brewing. The rain falls, and steam

Rises from the asphalt. Oh, to take a

Scoop! My eyes are sore. Not much.

Cackle gulp sneeze he, he, he. Listen

To my aching, rattling my cage oh so

Impatiently. My anxiety boils to a

Peak, overflowing onto my chair. My

Body shakes until it hangs in distress.

The calling wolves in the distance

Echoes from outside the door. So

Dark, it seems. It’s just you and me.

Me, with my nightmares and

Haunting memories. You, with your

Mirror, checking for anything out of

Place. We are quite the company for

Each other. Sin babbles like a brook.

I am quite the harbinger of bad news.

If only there was a solution for my

Emptiness and headaches. Try a hat

On for size. It squeezes the scalp,

Traps heat, leaves a red mark on the

Forehead and hair sticking up. Such a

Waste. So many tears in your jar.

Crossing my arms and legs,

Gathering myself in anticipation of my next move.

My guard is certainly up,

In heightened alertness of what you might say, or not say.

I’m cold and nervous.

Frustration binds me in a twisted knot.

Can you read my mind? I wonder.

I can stay in this position for hours,

Or until my muscles start to cramp.

Give me a match. Let me light up a cigarette.

Haze eases into the room.

What was once a glaring bulb,

Now scatters and ricochets into pieces.

I feel a creepy film cover my skin.

Wrapped up in dust and grime,

I tighten my body in the dry air.

I want to scream, but I swallow my revulsion.

Am I trapped in this cruel predicament forever?

I close my eyes, wishing I was somewhere else.

To escape from this stranglehold is my vision.

One drop of moisture is all I ask.