Tuesday, December 07, 2010

Fifteen ways of Looking at a Lapwing, #13

I once had a world in box
Speckled blue, the size of your fist
Resting on aromatic wood shavings

I can smell them now as I sit in my dark cell

I smashed it, I was only a child
I dropped it from a top floor window
It shattered and out came a drab brown bird

It flew high, then higher then disappeared

We all get one world and every world gets a bird
To warn other birds of a new predator
To be lured away from the speckled blue eggs
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