The Bird

As i hover in the maroon twilight zone between sleep and wakefulness,
A black headed mynah enters the white space of my consciousness,
and insinuates herself in the 3-D 70 mm screen behind my eyes,
bird twitters echo inside my head as that little head bobs to and fro,
the hippity hop of tiny feet, the cool breeze of rustling wings, the silken smooth down,
make up the vivid strands of my technicolour dreams,
some may call me poetic, but others will call me bird brained.