lil _refugee_ humanodon, cW -I wrote a poem :) First poem I have spontaneously written in a very, very long time. I was sitting on my couch, hubskiing when I heard a thud. The bird is fine. But then I started thinking about the sound I heard and about what it would be like to live in an actual house of glass. The death that constantly occur via those thuds. Then my imagination went wild.... I like this though. I like how the last line is so dark but is the first with any rhyme.
Dude: I like it a lot! There's rhyme at the end, but I also loved the grackles that go smack and repeating the hard "k" in beak, and the "u" sound in "thud" and "fluttering." I think also about things hitting things. I often yell, "Don't hit me." - mostly to motorists or cyclists. My train hit a "trespasser" who "didn't make it." Another Caleb Turgess perhaps. I speculate, "Would you rather get hit be a train or an ice cream truck?" Meanwhile, back in the glass house. Could bird-window be suicide, like the cows: A spokesman for Network Rail said up to five cows had been killed, and confirmed they first received a report of livestock in the area at 8.50pm.
and from, time to time, the heart-broken dolphins?