I hid the empty bird cage behind the shed. The estate agent said it was bad feng shui, even though there were no feathers in it, as my bird had been swallowed whole, no traces left. "No one will want to live here once they have seen a cage like that" she said as she bent to examine the enamel on the bathtub.
Each day I had visited that cage, sure that a return would be made, but now that it had been declared to be 'empty', I stopped filling it each day with shreds of fresh grass, parsley and mounds made out of fresh spring hay.
Love that. Remorse, karma, the whole kit and caboodle.
ReplyDeleteSo happy to have a reader like you James.
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ReplyDeletePicture a bird cage like that
open to wind and water
a gruesome story, empty
of terminal emptiness
I warn my readers
I don't live there anymore
I spent two holidays
ReplyDeletepreparing the cage
for those that I loved
tended it night and day
with hibiscus flowers
and fresh cut hay
but the lizards were
stronger that she or I
and so now there is nothing
to kiss or love or tend in her cage
DeleteLord a sad reminder
of the things we nurtured,
to have it thrown back by lizards