Bristling black, oil green on black
the carnivorous head bent
with pinball eyes jerking,
glaze of glass
The beast hovers, hobbles
with an ancient gait,
giant from continual dreaming,
smothers everything
in sight of window.
Anxieties brew from
the underside up — coaxed
into skin and liver,
bred into flight from the brain,
on the nervous sill
the dried dragon’s claw
clicks loudly
deluge of feather and
day, gorged by shadow
and rasping reptile throat
come to lead me from my window.
Window and bird.
Large as life,
Someone else’s fear
mabel lee 