Peacock in Repose

Image by pixel2013 from Pixabay

Peacock in Repose

I keep sitting here,

waiting.

There is nothing else to do.

Does it look to you

like I am resting?

I didn’t choose these wings or these feathers.

I was bewitched into walking on my hands

long ago.

I have no cravings.

I can not stomach human food.

All I ever think of these days

are those apples.

Red as sin.

GloPoWriMo Day 4 - a sad poem