David's bird perches
On the edge of my consciousness,
Fluffing his finery.
No songbird, seabird, skybird.
Dreambird --
There. Not there.
Color. No color.
Temptation.
I reach forward,
Longing to grasp translucence --
Transformed and fully of my world.
"TOO CLOSE! Too CLOSE!"
He lifts one foot.
Then the other.
Back, forth.
Agitation.
Making as if to fly.
I still myself. Steady
My heartbeat.
His birdbeat remains erratic.
I take one step back.
Then another.
I sit.
He stays.
This is how I keep his company.
