bird

Oh beguiling creature, I will observe you quietly without the desire to know your scientific name, or how many there are of you. I will follow you in your flight, I will look at the color of your feathers, or at the mournful bend of your beak, and call you that. I will listen to ...

The gizzard of Halcyon

The world is a forest we cheapskate light on the forest floor high above flies the body of the bird of cool. We fools look up to see if she's gone halcyon, junky of the cloudless skies deal me more words, I want to play. I want to prove I'm here I want the spirits ...