Cooped
Cooped in a bedroom
Somewhere nestled deep in London
The scattered leaves; naked in their stargazing
Catching precious fragments of air
Skeletal between wind and water
Let them litter the street with their extroverted intentions
Cooped in a bedroom
A small shoe box extracts nature to its core
Forcing redundant leaves to partake in private dances
With no eyes fixed upon them. All the world watching four walls
A trinket of light, a celestial womb sliding lid from shy boundaries
No noise radiates; nothing moves to cloud the silhouetted substance
Until time begins to tick and the cardboard loses its nesting nature versus nurture
A small grey flint sparked into the world, a youthful pidgeon
Plummeting freefall into the atmospheric pull, dust
Light departed leaving nothing but suburbs
Standing like mannequins, coifed and taylored
The empty immortal womb and nothing left.
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