Rubies and Pop Corn
They dipped our being in dirty grease
Added a fistful of kernels.
Life turned up the heat.
One by one we're popping out
little puffy hatchlings
sweet songs filling our beaks.
Growing feathers and talons
ready to fly now
on updrafts
of silent song.
Ready to ignite the world
that spit fire on our nest
one by one we'll pluck the rubies
from all of their arrogant chests.
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