Sunday, 7 November 2010

Where on earth has this bird flown,
forgetful forgot and too sad to say.

Dragged out by the short hairs,
dragged out of the drain,
wild eyed and tail frayed.

To afraid to say anything, anything,
anything at all. Curled up in the corner
by the fire, a drowned rat, a wet cat.

A bat flew down the chimney.
It's tissue paper wings caught alight.
So long, Good morning, goodnight.

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