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 whose poems are featured or forthcoming in Tipton Poetry Journal, Shot Glass Journal, HEArt Online, Public Pool, and elsewhere.
