Active Imagination Notes 01

The birds speak louder than your words
and I can't even understand theirs.
Funny thing, that is.
A story about a monster will outlive anything
you've ever had to say
and it was written by a girl five years your junior.
You were the monster all along(?)
But she wasn't to know that, some two-hundred
years ago,
or so.
I hear the birds louder than I hear your
monstrous voice;
you're so quiet in your terror.
But perhaps it doesn't ring so loudly in my ears
because it's dampened by the fast
thud-thud, thud-thud of my heart.
You animal, you seem so large!
But the birds are larger, not when I hear them caw,
but when they come together in a murder
that screams, "We are here,
and why are you down there,
so alone?"