hostile aviary

Through the metal bars he lies asleep

In his metal box quenched by the tears he weeps

He's in deep

Keeping an open eye to any single peep

Trust being an issue in this situation

So through meditation

he 'makes a long story short' of the duration

And through his fixation in contemplating a better living

He simply

gives in to uncertainty.

the spine chilling breeze

Slithering with the dust to sneezes

It teases

Through ruffled feathers

The current eases

Shocking as that of a taser

Movements frivolous like contortionists

Back pains from broken springs

Creaks and squeaks the mockingbird sings

Nestled in the window

Of a widow

On death row

Back and fourth the pacing goes

Age grows

Plumage withers

pace slows

Sorrows seeds sown

the time has come to let go.