critter

i was a lump of clay

i am a flightless bird

i will be on display

now isn’t that absurd

.

to get the rapt attention of

supporters of the arts?

a pedestal’s detention, love,

confines and wilts and smarts.

.

the trouble is when i was made

my wright made me a soul

and now i’m frozen, senseless, stayed…

but Love

may make

me whole…