Whitebird | Olusoji Obebe

Image credit: Babajide Olusanya

on a morning, whitebird

greets the window of my room

with soft sweet songs, from a nearby tree.

but my appearance has

stirred up a startle. so she flutters, making the

leaves rustle before exiting the limb.

and she never returns. I sit

beside the window, all day, darting

my eyes after every flight but those

aren’t hers. I sit beside the window,

using my ears to collect the tweets falling

down the sky; not hers. she’d never return.

I fear, she might have been hit

by the stone from a boy’s sling

and lost a leg, a wing.

I fear, she might have been hit

by the bullet from a man’s gun

and lost her life, her home.

so when darkness falls, it falls into her empty nest.

and I go to bed, leaving the window open.

in my dream, I see a bat enter my room,

hovering round the ceiling.

its screech has stirred up a startle. and my mind

flutters like sea waves. so while jumping

out of the room, I jump out of my body.

what it has become now is an empty nest.


Olusoji Obebe

is a law student at the University of Benin, and a Nigerian creative writer. He’s a BoTN nominee & 2nd Runner-up for Poetically Written Prose 2022. His works are published in local and international mags and journals which include Brittle Paper, Salamander, Pepper Coast Lit, Morrab Library, Lumiere Review, & elsewhere.

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