I had a cockatiel.

She kept flying, circling
her cage and would beat
her wings cackling as she fell;
the cage door opening ~~~~~~
I couldn’t stand watching.

I was like a terrible parent
caged in my own unhappiness.

And the love I had tore me in two,
another love had taken my soul away.

I am empty.
I am empty.

And like my cockatiel
I am hungry for love.

I sit listening to a crow
cawing, at peace with the world.

:: 04.07.2022 ::