Seed the fowl
Light the moon
Grab the day by
horns and twigs
Not the noose
It leans back
to the wall
with its legs
in a crawl
and it waits
till I'm close
then it kills me
The way
it appears
So suddenly here
Lays a hand
on all things
It's a dark spring
Wither scar
Slightly burnt
As it heals
it spins around
like a bird
In the sight
of the room
where the light
goes through
and it stays
in the nook
where it kills me
The way
it appears
So suddenly here
Lays a hand
on all things
It's a dark spring