Bird.

This wood lined creature
Perched on the bow of a disgruntled oak.
With the finesse of a pirouetting ballerina
Or a lily on the film of a pond,
Stirring ripples in the breeze.
I watched her for a moment with fascination,
How free she was to choose any of its limbs
To nestle upon, total freedom
She was still, so still;
I thought I could almost see her rapid heart beat
As I mouthed the syncopating samba drum beat rythums,
Filling my room from dinner jazz on jazz fm.
The rapid repetitive heart beat of her world,
The world I adored.

She out stretched the high wire fencing,
With barbed embrodied hems.
Holding no promise for men
Of prison of the devils making.
Unbeknown to me
I would see a creature of such beauty
Outside my window;
Surrounded by wooden fencing
Resembling my prison bars
All about me was insanity.

With a jerky flick of her head she eyed me,
Looked down on me
And studied my figure on the bed;
Perceptively, as if to discriminate
Between her solitude and mine.
The music grew stronger in my heart.
I thought of more beautiful surroundings
Like the sea coast at Dove,
Sunlit beaches of Spain,
A romantic night out with
A beautiful woman at Ronnie Scott’s.

It seemed she felt my pain and could no
Longer look on as a bystander;
And I could no longer bare the role reversal.
I curled up like a ball
And held my head in my hands,
As she spread her wings
And was off again
To a world away from my own.