Bright yellow canary observes
-stern of foot, sure of wing
beady eye, shrill call-
the churning chaos of it all
Yet while he sleeps he cannot see
the mammoth cat stalk the day-
wait for the flame to acquiesce
and possess him of his bright prey
But hark - the song
pure and strong
What need has a bird
of protection, for him
whose source of strength
flows from within?
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