Here is a response to the Dreaming Blackbird poem which, when I read it, it reminded me of a recent dream I had of a beakless bird who flew at me and then entered me at my throat.

Silence Broken

I stepped inside,

and you found me,

I saw your eyes, obsidian,

your wings frightened my hair,

little merlette mornée;

the world tilts, falling,

my breath caught,

and you at my throat.