Grandma's Parakeet
tiny weight of grandma’s parakeet
on my finger
spider leg toes
bones enclosed in skin
the curved pins the claws
that grip my finger
balancing its wiry weight
of beak and wings
the feathered fan of tail
compacted
pulling downward
balances the body full of webs of bones
like veins inside my eye
delicate bones
like grandma herself
thin and fragile
with holy hair
thick and white
it fans like feathers
in my dreams
Copyright © Diane Woodward Dorff | Year Posted 2019
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