A high wall gives

As well as takes

The isolation,surrounded

By 4 walls with no way out

It’s the comfort of knowing

what it takes to sustain pain

Than to risk and change

Oh the sweetness of sabotage

When you eat your way to

Submission,a blackout

Of sugar is a cheap high

relinquishing your control

A mind that fights even though

It will never win,you’re dame

If you do,just what is a don’t

You starve a cold and feed

A fever but what does obsession

Eat,the satisfaction of the 4

Walls,the switch to shut it

All down,what once was

Enjoyment,becomes your

Nemesis,you bait and

Switch,being comfortable

At getting well is a

Lesson for the

Victim to learn

Imagine the stories, these feathers must hold
Now wasted, laying here, on the ground
I wonder exactly, who lost these grand pieces
I find myself looking around

The ones in the trees, singing merrily
Can’t be them, not one is perturbed
So who does this plumage belong to?
This quandary, it has me disturbed

Then suddenly, I see him there
His blue outshines the rest
A jay, among the other birds
Feathers missing from his breast

Still he struts with the best of them
Unaware he’s missing his tufts
He flies away, back to his home
With himself, he is quite chuffed

If you look on the left of the bird (your right in the pic), you can see where he lost the feathers, after a scuffle with another jay.

Photos and Poem ©Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved