A prison of another’s design


Caged birds dream of tasting clouds

and soaring above hasting crowds.

Magnolia walls trap Southern promise

I’ll clip my wings for another’s solace.


Metal struts; horizontal sorrow,

beaming the echo of glottal morose.

The rise and fall of neck and seed;

the emptiness, the peck and plead.


A flighty notion hungers inside;

a prison of another’s design.

Resistance unfed; futility;

no fight, bereft, flightless.

Brain dead, drained, lifeless;

for we bred in captivity.


Ten thousand starlings’ murmuration

Dip and dive, twists and turns
Forming shapes and sizes
That could never be learned

Plumaged joy for all to see
As scornful sky criticizes
Winged beauty so wild and free

An unmatched mystery to all below
Flighty festoon falls and rises
Without care, fear or woe

Elastic, electric, exemplified elation
Creating endless surprises;
Ten thousand starlings’ murmuration.