A Bird Flew into My Mouth

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A bird flew in my mouth.

I gulped in horror.

If it were a mozzie,

A blowfly,

No worries

But a bird

A wattlebird at that.

It panicked in the echo chamber of my mouth.

I wrestled it with both hands

Trying to pry it loose.

Suddenly it plopped out like a fish.

It staggered in the air.

I staggered along the path.

A bird in the mouth is worth two in the bush.

My friend quipped.

So how was it? he asked.

Surreal, I clucked. Surreal

9 thoughts on “A Bird Flew into My Mouth

  1. thanks Chelsea. I road test most of my poems in public readings. It’s a pretty reliable way of gauging their merit. Sometimes though I do it the other way around and present them first as post

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