fly away, little yellow bird phantom
into the misty wood
as my misty eyes watch ’til you fade
I run in ellipticals to see you just once more–
Once I catch a glimpse,
an ivory-hued dove comes from above
an engulfs you; I grab her by the neck
and plead to give my feathered friend back
Dying bird in my sad&guilty hands–I let her go,
she frantically flies away.
One little yellow feather snugly housed ‘neath
cherry blossom trees remains.
*This poem is inspired by a dream I had the other night about my canary Elvis who died of old age a few years ago. As negative as it may seem to see a bird eaten by another bird, my interpretation of the dream is that Elvis is finally free to fly with no clipped wings or cages to get in the way and is metaphorically engulfed by “a dove” (peace).
© 2015 – Eva PoeteX