The sound is different depending on what species hits it
The grackles are all beak and their smack is tinny
The jays are more a thud
But they all die the same way
Fluttering on the ground
We keep a shovel and a yard-waste bag handy
Hear that? It's the ice-cream truck
It sounds different now
The kids all run behind it
Last year Caleb Turgess ran in front of it
They have since changed the song
I watch my sister walk to the truck
from our kitchen's large, picture glass window
The same one I was at on Caleb's last day
He was a short, round boy
made the sound of a jay
thenewgreen:
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.
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