The Thing with Feathers

Julia Sholl
She preens her feathers,
            Oiling choruses to greet

The sun. Inside, her trembling song
            Stops. A 
                               snap
Of 
            bones 
and a dash
Of red 			       graffiti

Decorate the 
side
                       walk.

The cat 
am	     bles 
away, bore		
                              d.
			
The bluebird 
            basks
(Blue 
                                         no lon
            ger)

In the fuz
                zy 
   gold 		      lacing 
Her lac
              era
                     ted 
body.