there are sparrows painted on the walls of a house we don't own yet
less than two of them, more than a few of them
searching.
flames eat their way in from the outside, siding, floor boards
sighing.
someone left the door unlocked to a balcony, all my things are left exposed to the open windows, boxes piled in the middle of
rooms.
they might be ravens, or crows - the birds, i mean. dim lighting lends to an easy disguise and i haven't been paying enough attention
probably.
i don't even think this house has a balcony.