A poem a day. Another flash poem for you, no edits, on the fly. :) C.A.
The Bird
Solo, I crawl inside
the tree's hollow,
and all is wickedly silent.
Another wrong exit.
Again, I miss the driveway.
On the southern highway,
I lose the houses, falling
into spider webs and cornfields.
Even the golden retriever
and the milk man
spook me. Hard labor
takes its toll.
My clothes are falling
from my frame.
One cheek turns red
and then, the other catches
up. Yes, but the bicep.
Today, I watch a woman
pull over, blocking both lanes,
stopping traffic
in its tracks.
And then, she leaps
from her car, bending
down low, perfectly
reaching for the road,
scooping up an injured redbird,
holding the tiny,
twitching life
in the palm of her hand.
Close, behind her,
I follow to make sure
that she and the bird make it
home.
C.A. MacConnell
