bird of prey

there was a bird of prey beside my window last night

warbling shanties of the madmen by the wayside shore

who are you?

it said

but i heard something more

krook, krook

whether owl or frogmouth, i was unsure

when I turned in bed is when i met its gaze, at eye level

for my bed is quite high, you see

i was so shocked i toppled over, the ground was harder

beads of marbles down there

placed during a sleepwalking haze

making me wobble, turning

but the floor was netted,

you know this! you know this!

why do you make me remind you?

i start, my owl stares

i know what it will do

my window,

a single brush with his oscillating wing,

a myriad pieces of glass,

one portal therein.

it's like a wave of water, ripples wading

the face of my feathery friend, distorting

she looks quite familiar, but i know not from where

the floor warbles

but i am up,

holding onto the ledge to remain standing

behind lies the house of god

a winged Minerva, her flutter

but that building was always there

yet a new glass, beside the old one

stand ten people

within the window, the arched one

they're all pointing somewhere

a synchronized meditation group perhaps?

who do they point at?

they look like they're in a trance.

it is me they are pointing at.

my window is tinted.

how can they know?

but i feel their eyes right beside me,

right behind me

a prickle on my neck does tell

an elusive something

i catch my breath

it is the sublime

alas, my window does not open.

a knock on my door

what can i do you for?

Azra, your alarm has been ringing

yesterday as i was sleeping

with my friend Onyi, at work chatting

the rope, my window

"you're not supposed to be here"

oh, my good lad,

but i am.

and i was never sleeping,

now were you?

;)