With birds fluttering smartly
around in my ribcage; bushing their wings against my lungs and down my stomach when I look at her;
I smile as an owl sitting behind my ear, and whisper that Mayday has come and gone. But they are here to stay. Inside my chest to make a feathered nest around my heart,
to Keep it safe for the light, kind, and giving.
and protect it from the dishonest, consumer and all consuming dark.