Still in its infancy..... any thoughts welcome. Not sure if I should be so "giving" in my title, might think of something a little more subtle.
Dodo
Man put us all to sleep a long time ago
Now he unearths us, pulling away
Our ancient blanket with talon-like tools.
Years he spent erasing our name.
Hunting for pleasure, denying
Us our place on their plate-
Mocking our “tough as leather”
Flesh, tossing us to the snap
And crack of a hungry dogs jaw.
Now they marvel us in museums
Bringing their young to study
The redundancy of our wings-
A joke-gift from God, who during
His arduous task of creation
Decided to let off some steam-
How he and the angels must have laughed
When, wishing to escape some hungry
Fleet-footed foe we attempted to
Put height between jaw and claw,
The comical flap of frantic wing
And shock-scramble of our feet.
Here is not home. I have watched
The moon curdle in the frozen glare
Of my brothers, have heard
Children laugh at our “crushed thumb”
Beaks. But I maintain composure
For in my deep-soil sleep
I have heard the whispering of rebellion
From the unsettled assembly of core
Which is soon to begin the great inhale.
Vince, after inhaling this tribute to Dodo I agree mostly with Frank below - - this spontaneous freshness that you are so gifted with is found here all present and correct as we expect from your pen - - and as you having brought Dodo to life in apt lines you will surely be able to think of a change to the title - another fine example of talent that bends words at will. Greetings and best wishes from Fay.