Thursday, 25 July 2013

A Close Call

She calls me
with her mewling
that killer
with dark eyes
and twitching tail tip

Feathers matted
slick with saliva
and cradled
in pointed blades
of green

An eye flickers
a breath puffs
a wing splays
a foot twists
a body half hidden

I hiss her away
seal her behind glass
and with gentle finger
stroke and touch
a life now in reach

I back away
to give him space
to let him know
he can go if he can
but she finds a gap

A shout echoes
a foot leaps to shoo
and with cupped hands
I lift him
to fly away



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