Birb

OctPoWriMo 2024, day 4

I’d written a book about birds,

so someone asked if I’d done

any birding. Haha. I wrote those poems

from the stapled matchbox array where

even stars were shrouded, at the narrow

desk behind which my neighbor’s snores

ground through drywall. I pecked my own

window into that night. I carved another

and become bi-ocular.  Next, ask me if,

because of the marine poems,

I’ve ever learned to swim.

© Tolu Oloruntoba