He finds me in my nest 

and gathers 

my boundaries

as though they are nothing more

than flimsy twigs

to kindle 

his appetite.

As he sets them aside 

blue skies are ripped out

from under me.

i flap 

as i fall 

hysterically

from the 

family tree,

and into 

his lustful flames.

goodbye sweet morsel 

of rock a bye song…

my beak breaks 

easily in his hands 

no danger now 

of my saying a word…

i dream of

wings

and thorny nests shaped

like a crown.