Mirror

[Night. Randomly wandering through the corridors with the thousand doors and the ancient chambers.]

I pull the door

And what to see?

The Parrot,

Still and moonlit,

Staring his reflection back

From my secret mirror.

I know he saw me but

He acts as if he hasn’t.

Acting undistracted.

Acting fully focused.

Acting so benevolent,

And disciplined and wise.

Acting as if he knows and

Can interpret his reflection.

I shut the door. I run away.

A crazy – trust me – sadist.

A tyrant and a narcissist.

Should better keep away.