I saw you sitting outside just recently
Long of beak and bone,
your wings resemble tusks
and some neighbor boys with baseball bats came to scare you away.
but they went running instead.
Then I noticed you had the largest fangs I'd ever seen.
There was a little blood and skin left on your teeth.
You hissed or sizzled or did some desert kind of thing.
You weren't going anywhere.
Then some men with gasoline cans smirking doused you
and set you on fire.
You probably wondered what you did wrong.
OK OK I'll go. You frantically tried to escape
and died striving for freedom.
What kind of bird is that?? But this seemed like a dream experience to me and it was easy to just accept and see the strange imagery and events. If this poem has a second meaning, if there is some metaphor and story to get, well I didn't get it but I still love the poem!
Well yes if weird moods can produce weird images it must be weird. I liked it though. There is something there that pretends reality of circumstance in a `birds eye` view although I have a weird feeling this could be moody you? One should leave that perch when the time is calling one to or? Fine composition. Regards. Joachim