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