and there is a big black bird <br /> <br />actually the neighborhood calls it the crow <br />with red eyes <br /> <br />the children who ask <br />do not know where it really comes from <br /> <br />it is staying by the window and feeds on <br />the noise of a couple who discuss about divorce possibilities <br /> <br />it likes the way the children carry on the <br />confusion about where to go and whether they are loved <br /> <br />the housemaid is driving it away <br />but it doesn't have that capacity <br /> <br />there is a wound in its heart and its wings <br />are clipped off from the sickness of <br />indecision <br /> <br />it loves to watch the way how the housemaids <br />are stealing stories from their masters <br /> <br />it is quite a long time now and the wound is healed <br />and the wings have grown to their original sizes <br /> <br />it is ready to fly away but it cannot <br />it loves the show of other peoples miseries and concealed motives <br /> <br />the black bird's first name is everyday <br />and its surname is everyone.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-big-black-bird-that-does-not-leave-the-house/
