Bird on a Roof

A magpie,

scraggy and fluffed

as if perplexed,

as if this perch

had become its nest

ruffling

in the breeze

rain scent

a hint

of yesterday,

crested feathers

swaying

warbler of the skies.

 

Absorbed

in my story,

the bird could no longer fly,

the bird had lost its flock,

 

I did not see it soar away

 

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