from The way birds become homonyms: an aviary

with my feathers entangled in your navel
and then a place where there are holes
a bird's glazed eye's as white as its flight.
I see you see that you can only see
a bird from the outside
but have you ever glimpsed beneath
the cloudy exterior? Once plumage is stripped
it reveals almost nothing about skin
but everything about its itch.