This guy was up on the window sill as I started to take a picture, but then he saw me and knew I was good for treats, so he dropped off the edge and I got the shot right before he started spreading his wings.
Birds fall from the window ledge above mine.
Then they flap their wings at the last second.
You see birds fall from the window ledge above mine.
Then they flap their wings at the last second.
I can see their dead weight
Just dropping like stones
For small loaves of bread
Past my window all the time.
But unless I get up,
Walk across the room
And peer down below,
I don’t see their last second curves
Toward a horizontal flight.
All these birds just falling from the ledge like stones.
It doesn’t rhyme, but it feels like poetry. You should post it to !originalpoetry@literature.cafe