Mamma found him in his cage while I was away At Jordan Ray’s Talons up, feathers flat
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Dearest neglect of Joey the bird Lived in a pink cage, Grew bright green feathers with a light blue spot on his shoulder. Sister bought him at a mall cart, Saved him, it seemed, But now it’s clear that his fate was condemned A live heart beat quick in hollow bones
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From Jordan’s I rushed, Hurried to confirm the news of my mother’s text: “Joey died. You need to come home and clean your room” Warm hearts beat cold in the blaze of August morning
Mamma, I found, she put him in the trash Like a piece of pie with one bite taken I found him lain upon heaps of pear peelings Doomed in line to decompose Among the **** and waste of the world
I picked him up
Placed him into a small shoe box
“Come on, Joey bird, lay in here”
It’s warm and dry and safe
Joey lay there, patient and dead I took him in the yard Out of the room he’d been in Since sister brought him home
I found him a tree to chirp in, great oak
I placed his box on the grass and dug Dug Dug until I went beneath some roots … Kept digging Unearthing pebbles and insect homes Disheveling years of dirt and order
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The heat of the day was boiling on my swelling soul How could mother throw him in the trash? Was he not alive; a thing? As much a miracle as you or me? And my sister, his keeper, was not there to witness
Finally joey fit right Fit just where he needed to be The base of a great oak tree
Whose roots would **** him in Like the lump in my heart did With every scoop of soil Like the love missed in life that joey died without
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That was the first day I hated my mother That was the first time I missed my sister That was the only life I’ve ever mourned