Woke With Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Woke with

And still
-the feathers rise and fall
-with breeze, wind and walk
-of people; passing by…

Feathers are
-like bushes in desert
-but rooted in asphalt.

What is now dancing fan,
-or simple part of road
-once belonged to pigeon
-to help bird roam around.

Hungry for a seed
-or crumb or something
-to fill its stomach,
-bird took off and landed
-right where life came to end.

Driver didn't care
-that had an accident!

Hit and ran…
-no fear of ticket!

Then drove vehicles;
-cars, trucks or others
-over what was figure
-in sky
-on ground
-or balanced on cable…
- (now, smashed, flattened!)

The flesh, bone, blood
-soon vanished as if none!

Just feathers have remained
-and they need few days
-to be gone forever;
-I felt the church's bell!