WingsA Poem by PerditionMy room holds a hawk by its window Though they carved it as “kite”, the breast unveils even the
simplest of wings I watch it dearly Each moment I can Every cell, waiting for a scream- The sky looks in as well and with tilting eyes and heavy
heart wonders all the same, Paper and balsam for the moment; The sky, not my bird Beneath in littered minds the squirrels scurry their heads From limb to limb they spread the news and laugh The bold invading my attic I watch them smiling Though sometimes I swear I see one flinch He too aware of what lies merely inches beneath You can see it as “kite”, but heaven will reveal what the conscious
truly believes And today with all that chatters, In this room of mine A hawk hovers hungry. © 2013 PerditionReviews
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