cw: none

The canary wasn’t sure what to think:
suddenly, in its isolated life –
after the day with the open window
– someone new came into the room.
They did not feed it vellum flowers,
or make it bleed black ink;
they gave it seeds,
and bandaged up still-bleeding wounds.
Not knowing how to react,
the canary bit.
They left, and
it knew
this was deserved.