I buried a bird at sunset
To teach its elder’s some respect
As bundles of familiar feathers swooped
singing scornful songs of incomplete youth
I knew where they’d been at time of death.


I denied the cat the flightless fallen body
Siblings guarding silently as I tore up flower beds
With a piece of broken tile and old weeds left in a pile
Solemn is the hand that carves the final nest.


I buried them with nothing more than three sprigs of lavender,
& fluffy baby feathers splattered with dirt
I wished only empty bellied, good-hearted scavengers
Would carry them to a better nurturing earth.


Tucked into blankets of leaves and mud
I wondered what god they feared, if any
Tying twisted twigs together with reeds & blood
a wonky cross to tell the worms they’re ready.


Loud is the crying fowl that pushed the flightless
Like pitted berries bulging through drooling chins
A clumsy stork is unburdened by lightness,
like the absence of young wings in the wind.


I hope when I am weak in breath & bone
With no children nor chirping to mourn my vessel empty
Someone might lay me down with three sprigs of lavender & a stone

And wonder what god I feared, if any.

A peacock has a long, feathered bushtail.
Blue, violet, green, and tail look like a vail.
Fully opened, they look like eyes watching
It looks beautiful while dancing.
By showing its every detail

National bird of India, says its tale
Found in forests and grasslands, it curtails
The big birds are so amazing.
Peacock's Beauty

Feathers knitted and worn as wale 
In India, peacocks are banned for sale.
Are omnivorous in consuming 
Symbols of beauty, wealth are its citing
In the sky, in my dreams, they sail.
Peacock's Beauty

Little robin
Singing in the warm sunlight
Singing sweet melodies
And warming
My heart and soothing
My soul and
Bringing joy to all.

Sleeping birds at night
Perched on a branch
All in a row eyes glowing
In the darkness of the night.

[Dove]
/dAv/
(countable, politics) A person favouring conciliation
and negotiation rather than conflict

Spare no fortune to the worth of
these words- pay attention to details
for the bullseye of love, as a dash and dart
Falling in love, as there are many falling feelings
…brace yourself when the bombs start.

Embrace your frightened eyes; holding
onto the sights of your whole world burning
Choked up on your own words, as when an addict
swallows their cigarette- the smoke that's churning

As I’m in a hell designed by the torture to my eyes
the sight of you gone from my life- after the roles we
played from my thoughts; acts of my mind
My love, there’s no need to tremble and hide, like a bird
that had its nest burnt over. Nestle in my love, and I’ll
wash you so pure with my words- setting you free as a dove

We don’t need to negotiated our love;
making love in peace with a piece of my mind

Dearest darlings Phoenix my fire birds how I love you how I miss you
My true love my grown children jewels of my crown motherhood
Beloved I too am your Phoenix Mother your first love
Forever and ever treasures adored rddbbajpcasg.
Phoenix bird wild birds of paradise beloved
Golden eggs if mine
Lalasassycoco.
My tragic life full of happiness
Infinite love baby girls my true loves
Forever and ever I love you adore you worship you
Yes I am crying like you are
We are one eternally
Come to me in every lifetime
I will protect you guide you free you adore you worship you.
It's a golden promise
From your Phoenix Mom.
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