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.