at home with ann

Stuck

Posted on: 16 January 2007

Tick tick tick
Meter ticking
Stuck in burning metal
Stuck to leather too
Not moving
Nowhere to go
Surrounding view
The local stone
Corner of eye
Caught mere glimmer
Mesmerized by shimmer
Harsh sun reflects
On single movement
Maybe leaf of solitary tree
Climbing stone clad building
Silver underside
Suspended on twig
Or foil floating in the air
Caught by breeze
Snagged
Still waiting
Fat chance to move
Impatient
Horns hooting
So captivated
Closer peer
Craning neck
Camouflaged
Preens bird alone
Unaware
Then
Through open window
Relief from heat
I cock my head
In mirror image
He cocks his too
Sharp black eyes
Stare me out
Swooping
He’s seen it
Scooping
Pitta from my hand
Flies off
Leaves driver
Deposit

copyright 2007 ann raven

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5 Responses to "Stuck"

Very clever and twisted observation on life. Who sees who and when. Bravo Ann, I love the mental games you play.

this was true… I really was stuck in a taxi in traffic and something glimmering in a tree climbing a building caught my eye… I wanted it to be a bird… it was… I was happy… so there ;p

I’m not clever enough to play mental games.

Au contraire my literary friend. You are witty and observant; two traits of a poetic giantess. May I grovel at your feet?

yes… grovel… more… come on…

oh everyday’s a new experience with you… LOL

Quite the clever bit of writing!

Tom

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