a little bird comes in for a landing
daily nightly he parades
early morning blues and dusky gray
strutting along my windowsill
teasing my girls
mocking drusilla as she paws at the window
(more)
terrorizing anyanka as she chitters and twitters
wanting nothing more than to break on through
she growls low and deep in the back of her kitty throat
emerald green eyes follow every flutter
plotting
my tiny little calico
fur and bones as she lives out her ninth life
brave and brash she prowls
low to the ground stealth-like
waiting to pounce she then leaps and grabs
tiny chiclet teeth gentle she grabs her prey delicate
bringing me an offering
a gift of love
dropping the squawking bird at my feet
injury-free he plays dead
and mission accomplished, my kitty dashes off
moving on to another distraction
'fly away little birdie' i whisper, 'be free'
he flaps his wings hesitant
catches the breeze
only to return tomorrow
and the cycle continues(less)
