I live in a house with a bird in a cage
and its strange
what strains does her amygdala play when her mind plucks the strings of realities game?
Wrapped up inside bars, do her scars travel upward and enter my dreams, my psyche,my brain…
Are we entangled or deranged?
does she fight to get out?
Stare fixedly for hours glowering out her telekinetic intentions and wishing for powers
Feel wings stretching with no blessing of wind caressing ,puts them down
Feathers clever but affixed to weather patterns in a mix of emotion and reaction to an outside she’s kinda missed
Forgetting mist dismissed the memory as wist- full of black box computations , complaints and concepts made from magical wishing
My digits click and shudder as the ether surrounding her dwelling quickened its heartbeat, anticipation neglecting sense she, flexed her wings gladly in salutations to the moon
We flew out the window that night.