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There were birds
black
foreboding birds
one liked to tap along my wooden fence
he was oversized
intriguing
suspicious
and far from shy
I was sitting at my kitchen table
listening to his crow call
my eyes would dart
this way
that
back out
back in
exercising
the wrinkles around my eyes
damn bird
he freaks me a little
yet; I enjoy it when he sings
and he brings all of the other birds
around and nearby
close enough
but never near
to me
to here
because they’re all afraid of him too
it’s his fence now
not my neighbours
not mine
he shits all over it
arrives each and every day
looks my way
stays
and then disappears
leaving me to wonder
if tomorrow he’ll return.
© ryan