One Stone
Two mama birds
Battling
One besting the other
By the eye
Squawking and spinning
Mid-flight
And I
Am equal parts
Intrigued
And horrified
My heart is winning
This fight
And quite plucking out
My orbital
Mind
-me
Two mama birds
Battling
One besting the other
By the eye
Squawking and spinning
Mid-flight
And I
Am equal parts
Intrigued
And horrified
My heart is winning
This fight
And quite plucking out
My orbital
Mind
-me
~ by April on May 2, 2020.
Posted in Body, Death, Identity, Loss, Love, Nature, Poetry
Tags: battle, Birds, heart, Mind, Nature, Poetry