A bird in the house? No…
Not a bird—
A visitant, a daemon,
A lesser god,
A genius of the place;
She’s in the background
Waiting to respond
To certain events
Such as my writing
Late at night
Labouring over a poem
With no one home.
She inspires me
With her longing
For a body,
A shelter, a house
But all I have to offer
Are these words,
And she’s content
With nothing else.