Bird-killer Manor

a house, which hides
among houses on Thurman,
is a predatory monster
lurking on turf

it's glassy eyes,
the instruments in
which it lures and
pounces on its
once worry-free victims

the abode's no
different than the
deep sea angler
deceiving its prey
and leading them astray
right into harm's way

death comes knocking
on Bird-killer Manor's door
all hours of the day
and ghastly night

long panes of
suspended liquid
hang in its walls
to eye the world
and its free-spirits

a lion in the tallgrass
is the house that sits
and waits and hungers
and devours the sparrow,
wren and thrush
on back steps and window well
its very own bowels of hell