Why can't I be a bird?
I look to the tree outside thinking
"What a perfect place to be"
Inside the dome of leaves the branches make.
The tree is on a hill near the ocean.
Its fall, leaving the leaves red
so I think of me becoming a bird.
In front of everyone, becoming a bird
my clothes would fall to the floor and a bird would be in my place
i would fly out the window and into the tree.