like a bird flying
past the window you
notice in the corner
of your no let’s
assume it was a bird and
the little early
spring flowers by
bending
down to
look blue
white purple you want to
reach for it
but don’t
want to scare
away that thought
running down the corridor
rattling
every knob
like one of the
doomed you
root for
in a horror movie
other animals 