Birdhome

FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
edited December 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Birdhome

Plastic jingly balls, see through,
swing, four in a chain from a ceiling bar,
and a mirror-swing-jingly-bell
swings too, shining paneglow on steel bars;

Two perches sit affixed at happy angles,
one with a plastic Tweety Pie
sat on the low left end, beak kisses
denting its yellow bulb head of mirrorshine;
the other the route to two troughs,

one of brimming brown seed, one of water.
Now an added feature. A human hand slowly
gestures through the open swingdoor
with a bowl of banana bits and carrot shavings, high piled.

Wire quivers with shiny echoing giggling wonder,
the wonder of a small cube of home within a home.

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  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Upon the slidedoor press -
    a purple comb
    a coach and horses paperweight

    On the mantlepiece, two fingerless woollen gloves
    and a tear off calendar
    with a yellowing front page

    Upon a window chair -
    green felt cushion covers
    set in a deepening dip

    And on the wall above the cold stove
    a battery clock
    stopped at ten to six
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