by Todd H. C. Fischer
The chickadee sat on a birdhouse perch
and remembered
A time when he was king, when he and
his ruled the earth
When the other denizens of the forest
cowered in fear when he roared
When he towered as tall as a tree
instead of sitting in one
Before the feathers, before the beak
before flight and migration
There were scales, and claws
and teeth twelve inches long
A time when bird seed was not enough
to quelch its hunger
When he killed and tore, and shred
and ate the still warm meat
In a time before man, in a time before Christ
in a time before now
The chickadee remembered.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Todd Fischer has been an artist and a writer his entire life and has had several stories and pictures appear in small press journals world wide. He has also published newsletters and chapbooks under the 'imelod Publications' label during the 90's, as well as for several clubs and organizations. He is one of the founders of 'Stonebunny Press' which publishes a variety of material, and is a freelance artist through his Arm Cross Studios., He has worked as a Production Scheduler in a recording studio (recording books for the blind), as well a variety of odd jobs such as window cleaner, grass cutter in a cemetery and as a face painter., In his free time Todd is a medieval re-enactor and a proud member of the Lions. He is a voracious reader, a cartoonist and sometimes playtests various games (including the RPG ‘Spaceship Zero’ and the Rifts CCG). Map making, book collecting, story writing/telling, Halo and poetry are also activities that Todd enjoys.
Last updated August 10, 2011