behind bars
and curtains of words
birds
pecking at windows
in hunger
and i need
sharper claws
stronger tools
dig
deeper
bony fingers
scrabble signal
red-bellied woodpecker
big-beaked bluejay
tiny chickadee
all surviving
huddled together
flutter waiting
still flying
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March 3rd, 2015 at 9:57 am
arent we all waiting for our time…
for spring…for new life…
burrow in just a bit longer…even if you want to escape…to everything there is a time…smiles.