home
“home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to” (john ed pearce)
ruffled feathers perched high
a shrill shriek of laughter
scorn and drama
love and misty eyed beaks
the walls seem too crowded
worm wiggles just out of reach
blue sky beckons promises
of dreams fulfilled
soar in bright skies away
lost in the world of bright lights
stoned in the high rise
rock of a glass stream
dreams filter light out
darkness dreams lost
memories crowd in of
a wiggling worm
just out of reach
rain soaked feathers
drip oil. heavy heart
lies weak, eyes flutter
against a chipped beak
scorched thoughts of soft
winged nook. squawk of
laughter, peck of kiss
green grass sway
tree held high away
from the glossy pages of
someone’s else’s version
of home.
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