Alienated... Poem by RIC BASTASA

it's like a bird
with red plumes
and blue beak and
golden claws

its song is
heavenly
more than an angelic
voice
of a seraphim's

it is hunted
always hunted-

you can always see it from
afar

it can sense the danger of you
coming near it
to catch it and tell yourself
and the
other hunters
that
you love it
so dearly
that you will risk your life
just to
put it in your
cage

it hears each step

when you think about
a capture
it
it is finally gone.