28.10.09

a bird flew in my room last night
it perched upon the sill
there's nothing here for you, I said
and punched it in the gill
I meant no harm
it moaned in pain
and bit me on the arm
the teeth were sharp
they left their mark
and on my bed a stain
the night was dark
and black the sky
it mattered not to me
but should I see that bird again
I'll knock it off its tree

phyllis april king