Midnight snacks and joints that crack

The consequence of needs not flaunted.

Dreaming is hard when what you desire

Is beyond imagination.

In the meantime I keep

A dead bird in my pocket

Robin red breasted

Dressed to impress,

Imbue me with your majesty

So I can pretend at confidence

Until it’s not pretend.

Don’t be a mute canary

In the coalmine

Silent when we need your shrill chirp.

In death give me your sense for emergency

And a voice to match.

All these things and more I’ll do

Until I wake up by surprise

To find a new sunrise

Finding a world, no longer in disguise.

– Vagabond Prophet

 – Thanks @josy57 for the prompt “a dead bird in my pocket”