daring the day uncovered by way of a chaos of crows pulling on the weather breaking from their perches crooking their feathered hinges and 'carring' up the first subtle wash of light
they lift and clump to make a short migration from the city to...? [shrug] their flight pattern seems more of a 'wit' or a 'prank' than a '******' the sun machines to complete its horizon tugged by the last departing birds
returning in the afternoon with the full light provided and messy winds to charge them like malicious children from the playground gate fed and joy fighting at their hierarchy whilst in an unbattened flight back into the city
Sitting in this parking lot, the blasting sirens wail outside, I watch the flashing clouds, the spreading lightning, I feel the pulling wind, the pressing sky, I watch the empty streets, the waving trees, I hear it raining on my roof, the crickets in December, And I really hope I’m not an idiot, sitting in this parking lot.
unkempt drey a winter white bone tree of lungy dew grey squirrel in an urban way curious for shelter checks out the drey and scuffs about but the scruffy drey falls into its pieces (in spring to decay) the creature is left startled grappling for a purchase and a posture of dignity