Thunderbird
I caught the thunderbird last night
in the roiling darkness
slamming itself against the window
over and over again
not seeing the glass
only wanting to fly through
I opened the window
and was pushed back
by its broad-sounding wings
its feathers deep in my ears
buzzing and tickling
its broad beak sharp upon my head
its body caught in my arms
frantic for escape
low cries like moans
filled the room
reverberating on my breastbone
playing out along my ribs
I caught the thunderbird last night
in the stormy darkness
and held it close for just a moment
then let it go— free
to fly back out into the sky
leaving its call behind
Pamela Olson, 12/12/08
For Writer’s Island’s prompt #10
Most Amazing Experience
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