Where have you been? Where are you going? And why?
December 15, 2008Posted by on
The weight of a bully,
The man struggles for his life,
the pillar heavy,
the bird heavier.
The bird’s eyes like baseballs,
Command him to stand down.
The talons like claws of a monster,
Under his bed in the dark room,
Where his father made him sleep,
Pressing the wooden pillar.
Beak within striking distance,
The immense wings shadow him.
The tyrant stares him down.
His legs remain locked,
Shaking almost as bad as his heart,
Seen only through his eyes.
No one can hear,
If he could just hold the pillar steady,
The bird might go away.
Please let it fly away.
Until next time,
Because it always comes back.