I should read poetry every day

it should inspire me to write

about little things I notice

or else unnoticed they would remain



and upon assigning words

they would become big and seen

like the little bird sitting on the railing

along a sidewalk, a railing of pipes



too big for his tiny feet to grasp

and mostly his body rested there

and as I approached, he did not fly

His black back so black it was steel blue



like a handgun or Superman’s hair

when he was in comic books

he flitted his wings as if jittering at my presence

but never set himself to flight



only the next day, there he sat again

and I wondered if perhaps he was hurt

and unable to escape, in case I was his predator

and if so, at whose mercy was he?


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