#NaPoWriMo Entry #10: “Feather Skies”
Hooray for poems about birds! Nature rocks. Today’s poem was inspired by the following: Brownie points for anyone who can figure out what kind of bird that is… Here’s the poem: “Feather Skies” The warbling Northern Mockingbird chirps a stranger’s tune, acid words spilling from his beak: “HUMAN…Human…human…safe!” Others announce my arrival in turn, turning their beaks to the side so their blackberry eyes can see the world beneath their wings. “human…Human…HUMAN!” I watch them, curious at their undying attention, like the reverse end of a lover’s coin. “Human…human…safe!” Who am I to these air sirens? Who do I become in their eyes? “Move away…Move away…Move away now…” There, the mother hen clucking her little orders; There, the little whisper of the Earth mother serenading the world with wild harmonies. “human…Human…HUMAN!” I look in their beads of ethereal visions and see myself reflected as if by an ocean. “Human…human…safe!” And in that moment, I see myself, the bird man waiting to fly on skies of upturned buckets, toes wriggling in the fog where feathers play.