Monday, September 27, 2010

Megan Bird

She sang at the nursery window
and sent thought to me of Beth.
Call her, She needs you please, it read.
When he sleeps, I said.
She pushed and pecked at cracks
and I feared the pane might let.
Is that you?
i asked
(for we had never met)

Her perfect perch said yes.
Then Little Baby slept.

so I crept to a room
where whispery taps resumed,
and the gentle shadows of a hopping bird
were present too.

Is that you?
i begged.
Her feathery breath said yes.
So I reached out to Beth.

For when she left her bed,
she Left
to fetch
and the rest.