Snapping feathers.
The sound suits the darkness.
Scared by it's
pitch.
Volume of flapping wings
turns up,
air on eardrums.

The wind hits your face
in the blackness.
You can't see it but
can hear.
It's restless song
hits your heart and head.


The snapping and
clicking gets
louder and hurts
your ears but you
can't stop.
You know it's coming,
a song escapes.
A white feather flutters.
A beat missed.
In the darkness.