The soft clatter of feathers being preened is

slick smooth almost sensual yet                                                                                                             distant                            

and plastic.

Notch to string

                  string to ribs

Curved acute tightropes and

                                  trapesing snaps,

                                       a part of your synapse.

Gliding through glistening glades of green

before coming to rest

flat, forlorn and

castrated.

Worse than an

arrow split into

two.