silly bird,
you
cannot
make your
nest here.
even if
you can
piece
those little
fragile
bits of life
together
convincingly.
—
i have
flown
around
pearching
on
powerlines
my whole
life.
I never
fly
the coop
in winter;
I am
impermeable
now
to all
seasons
meant to
do me
harm.
