feather brain

i got caught

for a moment

in the thought of a wallow

i knew it was there

when my stomach felt hollow

it begged me to weep

and suffer the arrows

but when i heard what it needed

they were just baby sparrows

who all had been trapped

in the weight of my gut

fluttering to release

into their spirits through rut

had i not fought the pangs

and the wings as they pattered

i would not have judged

and misnamed the matter

one moment of pause

to feel what was needed

is all that had caused

and soon left fleeted