The bird was there
The bird from the t.v. show*
Somehow ravaged by its attraction
To like things: colorful pieces of vinyl
Vivid as its plumage
I could not see how it had died
But it died with its guts full of plastic
I dreamed of the bird
And my dog, long gone
And the bird once again
Both sucked down by the water
Below the balcony
The whirlpool of water
Like a toilet flushed
I wanted back the white wicker chair
The chair I‘d tossed off the balcony
To “save them” in its wicker nest
Both bird and dog, but in truth
I only cared for the white wicker chair
Alas, for me, no more anymore
The chair whirled in the whirlpool
And I knew it, too, would be gone
Still, it was warm there in paradise
With bright birds that circled
Like Vultures