A Love Letter To Margaret
I'm awake before the light.
My talons are sore with over-use.
My beak is shattered in 3 places.
My feathers, thank God, still look amazing.
Though I've been flightless
For four days now...
Starting to see ghost worms.
Hobbling around in the cold.
Chewing on wet paper.
Someone tell Margaret I love her.
And that she was right.
Those zooming beams of divine light
Are not our friends.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2015