Strange Bird (v2)
Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2021 12:45 pm
---V2---
I first saw The Bird
in my grandmothers garden.
But a chick pecking at seed.
Then it locked eyes with me,
I knew I was the seed, while
simultaneously, The Bird.
All time in an instant.
The Chick flew away with me.
The next time I saw The Bird
I was ten or so, it flew above
the school grounds looking, only at me.
Somehow it said to me:
“Don’t think in your head”
When I was seventeen,
I was hiking along a creek valley.
Just downstream, eyes locked on mine,
flush with blue black feathers, it said:
“You will never be the same again”
I caught The Birds eye once more,
It was staring from a tree nested,
outside the hospital window.
The day my daughter was born.
As my hair greyed, The Bird sayed less.
But still I saw, that great silhouette,
perched in the large gumtree on the hill.
I knew it was waiting for me.
Last night I think I saw The Bird,
roosting on the HillsHoist in my yard.
I feel trepidation now,
these old eyes are failing me,
--- V1 --
I first saw The Bird
in my grandmothers garden
A chick pecking at some seeds
when it locked eyes with me
I knew I was the seed, while
simultaneously, the bird pecking.
A being here, but also there.
A feeling of all time in an instant.
The next time I saw The Bird
I was ten or so, it few above
the school grounds looking,
only at me.
Somehow it said to me:
“Don’t think in your head”
When I was seventeen,
Hiking along a creek valley,
I saw Black wings outstretched
just downstream, eyes locked on mine.
It said: “You will never be the same again”
When my daughter was born
I caught The Birds eye,
peering from a tree outside
the hospital window.
Lately I’ve seen The Birds great silhouette
in the large gumtree on the hill.
Today I think I saw it roosting on my HillsHoist
But I’m not quite sure.
I first saw The Bird
in my grandmothers garden.
But a chick pecking at seed.
Then it locked eyes with me,
I knew I was the seed, while
simultaneously, The Bird.
All time in an instant.
The Chick flew away with me.
The next time I saw The Bird
I was ten or so, it flew above
the school grounds looking, only at me.
Somehow it said to me:
“Don’t think in your head”
When I was seventeen,
I was hiking along a creek valley.
Just downstream, eyes locked on mine,
flush with blue black feathers, it said:
“You will never be the same again”
I caught The Birds eye once more,
It was staring from a tree nested,
outside the hospital window.
The day my daughter was born.
As my hair greyed, The Bird sayed less.
But still I saw, that great silhouette,
perched in the large gumtree on the hill.
I knew it was waiting for me.
Last night I think I saw The Bird,
roosting on the HillsHoist in my yard.
I feel trepidation now,
these old eyes are failing me,
--- V1 --
I first saw The Bird
in my grandmothers garden
A chick pecking at some seeds
when it locked eyes with me
I knew I was the seed, while
simultaneously, the bird pecking.
A being here, but also there.
A feeling of all time in an instant.
The next time I saw The Bird
I was ten or so, it few above
the school grounds looking,
only at me.
Somehow it said to me:
“Don’t think in your head”
When I was seventeen,
Hiking along a creek valley,
I saw Black wings outstretched
just downstream, eyes locked on mine.
It said: “You will never be the same again”
When my daughter was born
I caught The Birds eye,
peering from a tree outside
the hospital window.
Lately I’ve seen The Birds great silhouette
in the large gumtree on the hill.
Today I think I saw it roosting on my HillsHoist
But I’m not quite sure.