In a Bedroom 12 x 10

In a bedroom 12 x 10
he crouches on a bed, all undone.

The boy--the room, they lie disheveled.
Feathers crowd at the window seat. 
Trills squeeze through the window
and escape to muffled hedgerows,
now dwindling in time to the beat of
lollipop drums.

An old chest lies opened
Where many a feather’s left unstrummed… 

Whose is this song untethered?
Whose is the beat un-strung? 

Bleary blue-light leaks from the mounds of covers…
He’s querying Siri, who knows.