A bird and a girl

What came flying in was bird before log in . I  had to log in as a bird as I forgot I was man. Bird sound had brought a morning sweet straight from the night of its restless sleep. I make this fly to  a five lined poem. The sixth waits with a tale of bird wound.

But let me not think about wounded wings of just one pigeon the girl had brought in fitting quietly into girl fist space like nest. Rather girl fitted in the pigeon’s girl space .Girl and pigeon fitted in my fistful of flesh where birds and girls fly unhindered.