Cake of crumbs

Cake of crumbs

He sits on the woody branch of a
tree, green verdures around the locale,
as if parrots block ensemble,
sudden shake of a feel , caught by blizzard,
those songbirds snug to the thickets by,

the ones recently migrated fear the exodus,
some rustles as though notes of prophesy,
I look up to the invisible and invincible,
“I drop some pellets or crumbs of eclectic
Poetic inspiration, bake a cake of creativity,”

It is appetizing, for the cake
grows bigger day by day.
as though necromancy became
water into it.