Proud bird with beady eye
Who engraved your shape and form?
Scratched you into being
Gave you life

Were you wandering around a farm or homestead
before being captured
and transformed onto clay canvas?

Your azure head and olive green breast jut out
You are encircled in yellow ochre
Baked sunshine

Are you from the aztec climes
A creature of ceremony
or domestic good fortune?

A wedding gift perhaps?
Whose room have you
graced with your presence?
Whose lives have you witnessed
with your beady eye?

Your body gathering dust
on a kitchen wall
Your design primitive
Yet bold and knowing
Your glaze is cracked
deliberately
Rustic and yet glowing.