Listen closely

though daily chaos-cotton muffles
         
          Night's a silent jack hammer to
 tortoise shells
          of tasks-
          and-
          to-
          dos

Peel your eyes
and beneath the layers, find,

     the fragile blue canary
   
     Limping.

Hear now
         how she breathes,
        
          the Thick cream
         of memories

         Restless.
         Waiting.

     Reach now slowly
into her feathers
 
Feel them hunger
    
after Yellow
    or perhaps
    a chance
             to
                 Die.

         Haunting.