Silence Of The Birds Poem by Byju V

Her sharp polished nails, red as oozing blood,
traversing through my back, feel like the cold long edge of the knife.
I lie here on the bed, failing to catch
the excited music of little birds, that always float around
just outside the window, around the cottage
set on the edge of the lush green woods.
It’s eerie, how the air is still and silent. Perhaps they, the birds too, have gone early
into the assumed safety of their nests.