There’s a feathered creature in my head
Sometimes it gets angry and the talons tear and rip,
Ripping

Most days it trudges through the grey gutters, beaten down by wind and rain.
One foot just a red stump,
Limping

Then there are days where the sun breaks through
And the feathers gleam white,
In happiness

I hear the feathers rustling away in it’s lofty perch:
A reminder to me to let it spread it’s wings and soar.