Red Chord by The Frames

hatch

if i   were a mockingbird,
i

would be afraid of this,
this

owl

placed sideways
like

the beaten tracks of   hatchlings
in
the hazy bushes,

midnight (ca)hoots
raging wild

all around
them.

the red wall turns.
if

i were a   tree, i
would

be afraid
of this,  too,

that

unperturbed by my batted eyes
you

would
willingly

choose another tree

to hide your face, and
keep your wings...