RogueAgent

A startle of sparrows
launching from the branch
to fly into a window again,
or the fatigue of grackles circling
with nowhere to land. A sharpness
of hummingbirds tearing into
one another, needle-beaked.
That cardinal pecking
at its reflection until the glass shatters.
An immobility of meadowlarks
unblinking in tall grass. I am
an animal made of other animals,
their tiny hammering hearts
orbiting the moment that something
breaks, something survives
& something else moves just as fast
as its shadow.

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