Birdwatcher

Poetry

At the train station,

high-tension cables thrumming

over kudzu-smothered slopes, you

 

raise your binoculars,

seeking the source

of that muffled click

click

click-

ing.

 

When a grey stranger plummets

bullet-like into your view,

look it in the eye.

 

See steely, rainpearled feathers

riffle as it looks

back. Watch

a titanium third eyelid

shutter closed

 

click

click

click

May Chong is a bi Malaysian poet/speculative writer with past work in The Willowherb Review, Channel Magazine and Fantasy Magazine. Away from the keyboard, she enjoys birdwatching, great stories and terrible, terrible puns.