a yellow bird
recently flown from
a cage,
stopped at the end of the hall
to peck at the mirror,
looking for a friend
instead
finding a rival
at every move.
Taps and Ratamacues
A site for poetry and other stuff
a yellow bird
recently flown from
a cage,
stopped at the end of the hall
to peck at the mirror,
looking for a friend
instead
finding a rival
at every move.
Taps and Ratamacues 
Oh, John.
This one.
Thanks Sarah,
yep. it conveys on several different levels. Thanks for sharing your thought.
I love this, could you please check out my two most recent poems I’d really appreciate some feedback from you.