Bird
A bird got into the house
Don’t ask me what kind
Call it a wren
It was my fault.
Left the sliding glass
Door open while the dog pissed
Now it flutters around from
Room to room presumably
Getting hungrier and hungrier
By the hour
It’s an omen
Of big change
Either you're falling in love
Or someone is about to die
I’ve combed the house
Looking for the starling.
Someone is running
Out of time
10/3/23
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