This guy was up on the window sill as I started to take a picture, but then he saw me and knew I was good for treats, so he dropped off the edge and I got the shot right before he started spreading his wings.
Birds fall from the window ledge above mine.
Then they flap their wings at the last second.
You see birds fall from the window ledge above mine.
Then they flap their wings at the last second.
I can see their dead weight
Just dropping like stones
For small loaves of bread
Past my window all the time.
But unless I get up,
Walk across the room
And peer down below,
I don’t see their last second curves
Toward a horizontal flight.
All these birds just falling from the ledge like stones.It doesn’t rhyme, but it feels like poetry. You should post it to !originalpoetry@literature.cafe
weeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Here we gooooooo!
That’s cool, that he comes towards you. Does he already know you? Because last time I tried to feed unknown crows and they noticed me looking at them for two seconds, they got scared, even though I was like 10 meters away and other people had been passing closer than me. You could almost see a small exclamation mark above their head before they flew off. I still left some food and they came back to it, once I was further away.
Yeah, he knows I’m good for treats. His murder follows me around outside work a lot.
Cool! I hope to befriend some crows someday.
