Lived a Barbet. by Hussain Ahmed

in the silent garden of a palace
you praised its     golden cage
deaf to her morning songs
you seize    seeing neither her orange
& blue bristle     nor her dark beak
but when she flew and did
not return      you stop seeing the cage
I am the vampire in my father’s folklore
that twisted   the necks of
chicken like the knob of         heaven’s gate


Hussain Ahmed is a writer and environmentalist. His poems are featured or forthcoming in Tipton Poetry Journal, Shot Glass Journal, HEArt Online, Public Pool, and elsewhere.