Throw me no corn

You throw me corn

My feathers to tie

So that in your time

You pass me water

My throat to slash

With subtleness you sing my praise

How glorious my feathers are

You chant my admiration

Only for my beak to open

Its booty at thy feet to fall

Middle Of Nowhere

In the middle of no where

I am

Not knowing if I should go on

I wonder

In the middle of nowhere

I find nothing

Nothing I am searching

But hay and dry grass

One laughing at the other

One crying after laughing

Terrible things I cannot say

Horrible, better than all I have seen

I don’t know.

Who am I?

Of course I am not a beast

I know

I chew grass

Unlike the ground underneath my feet

I throw away the water that seeps not through my pores