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Flight of Night Birds
by
Rusty Broadspear
His brood of
brain birds were restless once more,
Flitting between hemispheres; old frontiers,
between the ears.
Tense and twitchy, although at home in their
outdoors,
Sensing pending, portentous menace within this bony
sphere.
Beady Beaky The Elder perched on the corpus
callosum
Edgily eyeing his family collide in clouds of
feathers then divide,
To settle in fissures of the frontal lobe, upon
this their wrinkled globe.
Beady Beaky’s fidgety wings sought flight, he
wondered what this implied.
Flightless Tarkus Junior stumbled many times as he
climbed the gyrus.
Invisible predators panicked his tiny heart, his
face and feet were bruised.
His mother, fluttered branch to branch in the
limbic system, searching.
Beady Beaky’s head rotated swiftly, eyeing all,
worried and confused.
Abandoned nests in the sulcus grooves held only one
broken shell.
Brain birds slept most of their lives but they’d
awake to something weird.
Tarkus Junior reached the peak and slid down the
other side………
The panic, fright and terror flight ceased as Beaky
and his family saw Tarkus.
Spreading wings in sheer delight, beaks opened
wide, they cheered and cheered
and cheered.
The old man was comfortable with another sleepless
night,
There was no cure for these sporadic events in his
head.
Acute tinnitus he’d been told; he told them
different but he was old,
When all had gone quiet, he said goodnight to his
passengers
And with a spark of amusement, he lay in the dark
on his bed.
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