I slept throughout the morning 

The sun was yellow bright 

Through the panes it shone 

And shadows shaped the blinds.  

 

I think it was a dream 

The black bird I had seen 

the shadow that it cast 

upon my plain-white wall. 

 

And I slowly turned  

My gaze so I can see 

The giant bird that cast 

Gargantuan imagery.  

 

On its beak were taut 

Orange stripes and white 

All throughout the beak 

And pinions black as night.  

 

Giant is the pain; 

Meager I have felt.  

As an ant I saw 

My predator, my prey.