My window is open with no screen and there's a starling in the tree that lurks
On my side of the house, and it rains pearls from a clear blue sky. an untidy plethora of jubilation !
I drew the blinds. The window is Open with No screen; and there's a starling
in the frame of a masterwork, chirping calamitous joy to the farside of god's creation !
I drew the blinds. And a blind-spot drew me.

I drew the blinds. And a blind-spot drew me.