Preserving the Last Starling

The bird contained
within a bone-melded cage
tries to breathe:
a bubble of air rises,
a pump slowly concertinas;
water drips steadily
as anaesthesia
into a bottomless dish.
The dangling oval glass
banishes all the bird
imagined itself before.
Fluttering it climbs,
climbs to the high perch;
nestles there in the box
made for dreaming,
and the entire cage
thrums when it sings.

Published inĀ Short Circuit


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Mohamed Sarfan's picture
Dear Poeter, In this world the realities are like a baby's smile fighting with tears. The novelties and wonders of looking great in the mirror of time adorn this world with everyday realities. Everything from the burning stars to the hidden snowdrops are protected here by the corresponding principles. All The Best My Dear Friend; Write More Congratulations

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