The Dream Birds Didn't Starve

When by accident
I end in that familiar corner
I find the birds I was
neglecting as pets still alive.
Eating someone else's droppings.

And newcomers,
much larger than the others,
with clay colored skins
grown out of the sand and litter
hover and nibble the leaves from spice trees.

I am gagged in cobweb threads
but I think the large spider hides.