Metallic Aftertaste

stained glass algae

sharp beak, knife into water / ripple the stillness / without even knowing

to you, it is surviving / to another, interrupting

soft brown skull, tucked into feathers / you look like a log / if i didn’t know better

small bird approaches with tentative steps / slow orange feet stamp gravel

it gets closer and i almost believe it likes me

I hold out a hand, and it slips underwater / safe in a veil of stained glass algae

what does it mean / to spend all your life drying feathers

only to leap in the shallows / when the job is done