Fledgling                                                                                                                                                                                                                        On a window sill
Placed in your pocket
Raised on grubs and larvae
Or worms cut in half from digging
Still wiggling

Grown fat now
Slick oily black feathers
Hardened cracked and craggy beak
Waiting for a soft soul or eyeball
To pry open

Numbers tattooed on Flesh                                                                                                                                                                                       Fading, aging
Left untouched and she
Placed back on that threshold
To fly away or stay
Quick twitch of her head

Death swiftly follows
Hope that once dribbled down
Both are necessary
For accepting and lying in the grave
Rotting and marinating

Memories of brooks
Rolling through meadows
Overtaken by sewage and filth
Crawled through for freedom
While dogs and sirens howl

And worth it
For a bottle of suds
The warmth of the sun
And possibilities buried under a tree

–by Me


~ by April on April 25, 2013.

2 Responses to “Redemption”

  1. This is magnificent. A majestic piece of poetry ripe with mystery and meaning. Loved it.

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