“under lost/found column…”

by Dora Sharpe-Davidson

under lost/found column
a bird
small yellow talking
answers
to joey
please call

you mourn
that empty
cage
i cry
for the one
who didn’t escape
who took
nine years
to reach paradise

even in death
trapped
not in dried cat
faeces
or soft
winter leaves

but underground
in a tin box
the lid
tighter
than feathers