her feet are two twig fingers grasping at grass
her legs support an ark that tips like a
theme park ride, frequently stuck
her feathers are packed like fresh snow
her tail rises like an A300’s vertical stabilizer
her chest puffs like a circus strongman’s
her comb is a wavy cartoon mohawk
her wattle is a red rubber mask
with hanging jowl discs
her wide-open eyes have a dust brown
perimeter; she jolts her neck and tilts
one at you like this is an interrogation
her mouth is a broken duckbill
her No. 2 pencil-coloured underbite hangs
under slit nostrils and royal ridge nose
her wings flap like she’s just realized gravity’s threat
she flies a few meters but stumbles like a clumsy owl