other animals

a murder of crows find it impossible
not to invent ambient music poking through
the stubborn walls of undiscarded sandwiches when
you inquired about the generative urges you
were requested to leave at the border

those few additional syllables strained the yes
I’m fine with simulated food though the
evening air moans if it weren’t for
those peculiar appetites I could have retired

to the floating bungalows of Titan after
the outbreak the mechanism showed little contrition
claiming a river is thankful for more

water as a different shard of mirror at
the end of this breath may distribute flowers

(A geometric pseudo-neosurrealist sonnet of 100 words.
Lines one through twelve have seven words
and the final two lines have eight.)