Plucked

Velianna Catalano, “Untitled”

by Robyn Hager

I was born that day

As I saw tiny alien-like

Hungry heads reaching out

To me, calling me

Mama

They were all

Tucked away in a tree

That was small enough

That even I could see

Into their gentle bed

Of sought after tranquility

And I thought it was 

More than curious but

Didn't think much of it

Because their eyes

Were still closed and

They hadn't even developed

Their feathers yet

Just tiny

Infinitesimal beings 

That existed on this plane

Of Earth just as I do

Just as we all do

And the world is very strange

And coincidences sometimes

Happen too often to be a

Coincidence, but as we

Drank much wine and

Smoked until our hearts bled 

I left and kissed my

Unfeathered friends goodbye

Until next time

And crawled into the only

Space I'd ever feel comfortable

In again

Little did I know

Little did I

Ever know

What would come

Of that small constructed bed

Full of unfeathered friends.