Northern light and stars
crept into
my window
that wish to
gallop and spur.

i toss at it
legs spread under
different colored fur.

The birds have all flown
in from the kitchen vents
confused about their nest
the one
we took from them
earlier that
month.

They just fold in and peck now
at the windows
the doors
with **** everywhere
the whole place
in twigs.
all feathers
in restitution.

some of them try to say things
with their wings
or their gawking mouths.
i miss many beats
of their hearts
in tragic blinks.

summer has ended.
fall has long railed and winter
finds nest within
ear shot of
the first northern light.
we peck and peck.