Flapping sails beat out the background rhythm
While pulsing lines trill a song of despair.
A small bird circles the winged sloop, then lands.
A slack shroud snags the sparrow’s foot
Strident sounds of panic pierce the placid air.
The sympathetic ship’s mate scales the soaring mast.
With loving care, the visitor is borne to ground
And gently placed within a gold-encrusted box.
Free to take wing he stays. King for a day.
(Written for dVersepoets, Form for All: Poetry As Semaphore. August 01, 2013. 140-character stanzas.)