Read: today’s made-up word


Marion Hobday


A whistling fluster in the chimney,
gleam of an eye, light catches
an oscillation of iridescence. A starling
trembling in the unlit wood burner.
Impasse. Trapped it will die in there,
scrabbling less and less until
a heap of feathers, yellow scaly legs,
it’s shoveled out. Or, open the door.
Eyes now vulnerable to the stab-sharp
swift lance beak. The bird snared
in reflections and confusion, shits
on flowery chintz, then the smash,
fragile skull against glass.
Beak beaded with blood. Accusations.


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