Last night
In my dreams
I pictured a small sparrow or finch — Bright as its calls,
Knocked down, on the ground
Brushed itself off; I flinch
As it starts to peck that same ground
Progressively faster
Post-robotic and unnatural
Similar to when a high voltage is applied
To a children's animatronic toy
My heart beats in pace
Just Thinking about it
Thinking about what it
Could possibly mean
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Author:
maydanae (
Offline) - Published: September 25th, 2026 11:00
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Comments1
A lovely write of an observation and the questioning of its meaning. So poetically put.
Thank you, Soren, I always look forward to reading your comments on all my poems. Thanks for being a very small but mighty staple in this chapter of my life.
The pleasure is all mine
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