Patience

Primal screeches fill the air

The carpet below you rubs, burns

And a long-haired woman stands 

before you in a too-small room

The screeches continue

Try to find the musicality

Try to find the technique

Decipher what it is that was 

Placed within your hands

That you cradle now, gently

What is this object, emitting such

noise from theirs; a 4th grade class

Making an attempt at music

A flute-like object, a recorder

The screeches continue

Evil bird-song amid a dark night

You don’t play, you listen

The chaos envelopes you

You let it




(NaPoWriMo prompt 2!! <3)