maybe a falconer?

i whipped that house cat by its haunches
“let him go, igor,” i screamed.
then pried his mouth open –
the little wing twitched, the bird eye blinked.

did you hear it – the cry of the cactus wren?

feathers scattered across the wet earth.
my bare feet – no coat, no shoes.

“help,” i called for love and
he opened the door.

he pulled the cat’s tail.
and the bird went free
behind the oleander bushes.