Thought I'd already posted this, but I couldn't find it anywhere
Miko and the Starlings
Through glass she watches
Whiskers alert, body rigid,
Tail gently flicking.
Starlings squabble over breadcrumbs,
Unaware.
If the glass could dissolve,
She would be among them,
Yet, well fed, she has no need.
Feathers on a ball would do as well.
No malice in her gaze, just eagerness and life.
Frustrated by the glass between.
So death may be as casual as a cat.
We peck and flutter,
Secure in our ignorance,
No thought of danger here
But who can say the time
When the glass might break?
© Melinda Belynda 2007
