I shaped you like a paper crane Deep creases and precision folds Open to the angled lines Awaiting flight orders And when you took flight It was always in large numbers Sometimes as many as a thousand in one sitting.
Birdsong
Sunglasses at night
It was more odd Peering into the empty void Seeing shadows and no sign of life inside taking a moment to review and a quick look around The sun quickly melting into the horizon, plays catch-up with the moon
