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the bird at the top of the stairs
Television ghosts whisper and flicker
Mosquitos sap and buzz around me
They slip on hot skin
Noise beyond my comfort cell wakes me
to paranoia
Is it the dog?
The blind behind me parts
heart jitters and barks
It's not the dog
Long black limb reaches deep past the blind
hovers
snaps to the floor
The cat has a bird
I snap and leap and lunge
He snakes and winds around walls and up past stairs
The bird lies still at the peak
I pick her up
Red under thundercloud feathers
My finger trembles mock heartbeat
Brushes softly and turns feathers
I look into her eye
In her eye I can see the stars
I can feel cold wind on my face
I feel free, flying away, free, far
I realise that I'm holding a shell
soft and fragile
Too late to catch the flight of angels
Neutone
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