I was a white bird
in the time of cholera,
under my disguise
a woman perched
between past and future,
no telling which way
the pendulum would fall.
A long beak, hooded, hidden eyes,
they cowered when I walked the aisles,
not knowing that, within,
I was weaker by far than they,
just waiting for my costume
to be stripped away.
I was a white bird, a hooded eye,
a long beak with a question in my heart,
and they cowered when I walked the aisles,
until I picked the one with whom
I'd practice my ghoulish wiles.
for Shay at The Sunday Muse