• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 05

I Am One Of Two Who Know

The world talks about your singing,
the rapid squeak of a well-used pram wheel.
They marvel at the speed of your wings
making them near invisible while you hover
up and down the road outside
the coffee shop you choose to land in.
And how about your beak?
A smile not content with going left and right
but reaching out in front of you
to tap strangers on the shoulder during days
they’ve got their heads in the ground.
You are feathers people understand,
a reminder of how things work.
Little do they know
you have the ability to fly upside down.