a bird, a bird with a horned bill
looks at me through his glossy black globe.
tells me with this look that i am no longer protected,
the world of worry has descended on us both.
we have a million eggs to protect.
spiders hatch and come out of the seams
of my sleep. “here-” i offer them the rest
of my minutes until the sun is due.
i would like to roll back into time
a day before all the eggs hatched
when the bird, the bird with a horned bill
was waiting to eat each of their legs for breakfast.
Cat Over Clock:
Some things are more important than time ... cats are one of them. Welcome to a world of photographed shadows--I invite you to a study of compassion through poetry. It is with gratitude that you might take it with you.