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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One Response to “behind bars”

  • brian miller Says:

    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.

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