the dismissal of the doona

I told it

you
I shall not want
again
until morning

and flung

a bird
a bat
the pterodactyl
beneath which I
had been sleeping

it took a draggled leap

a tangle
rising
up
up

then
beneath the weight
of its own cottoned wings
it fell
dead
beside me

so be it

I said aloud

in the morning
when the cool descends

then

you and I
will continue this discussion
from positions that hold
mutual warmth


© Frank Prem, 2017

November 2017 Poem #30: pelicans

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