shaking tail feathers

my days of being inconspicuous are over    
she now parades me with feathers and body paint    
reduced to fowl on a leash    
nude and blue    
inside and out    
im walked to and fro    
up and down the alley way of eyes i cannot see    
that chuckle at my obedience and color    
who admire the power in the fist that guides me    
with curt and frequent tugs    
     
she makes me strut as if im proud    
as if my feathers have eyes    
and are a lure    
instead of the red faced permanence    
that is now evident beneath my hood    
     
i am a thing    
an amusement for her and hers    
without fingers or mind    
with scratched knees from eager following    
that when burned from swift moves on carpet    
are allowed no relief from pace    
     
and when she's done  

to my pen    

now sharp thin wire    
where i am left so i can be seen    
and forever kept