Page Four

The Metal Bird stared at the boy,

Paused for a moment,

Before the Pounce.

A springy bounce it was,

Landing, each feet

With an eye for a seat.

The boy awoke in startled erection,

Triggering his own optic dissection;

Into the skin, sharp talons drove,

Evoking his screams, like a kettled stove.

The boy pulled and ran in blinded direction,

Until hitting quite hard into a Tree.

Asleep again,

The boy fell flat to the ground.

Alone in the woods,

with this bird of no sound.

Pondering or Paused, the metal bird perched,

On the face, of the boy he had besmirched.

Maybe bored, or remorseful,

Or of a fixed duty:

The Bird Freed the boy's face in one bound.