Feathered Confection

Soft downy feathers
against my filthy, sinning scales
your beak against my ear
breathing desperation
and desire in one single sigh
the other creatures in the yard
they will never comprehend
the roosters are expecting you
the sheep, those gossips,
spread the details of our affair
across the whole farmyard
I’m not welcome here –
never been, never will –
but neither the dogs nor the rifles
not even natural instinct
will put an end
to our love