Time is a Thing with Feathers

Time is a thing with feathers

fluttering overhead.

I stretch my limbs to catch it,

and tumble out of bed.

Time is a thief with feathers-

come to steal from me like geese-

devouring the seconds

I drop at my feet.

Time is a bully with feathers-

mocking me like a seagull,

and when I try planning ahead

he scoffs like one so regal.

Time is a vandal with feathers-

dive-bombing on my past

like a pelican swallowing

the present way too fast.

Time is a stalker with feathers-

looming over every door,

and when I look behind me

like the Raven, it crows "Nevermore!"

Time is the thing with feathers-

circling me with anticipation,

like vultures hungrily awaiting

the death of my motivation.