Streetside
it trembles, a
crooked form caught
in a black sea,
its surface
stagnant now – the
still waters rumble
with the passing of cars and
unmoving eyes, casting deep
shadows over its
small
broken body
alone and weary
it croaks, a feathery wing outstretched, reaching a mouth, wide open
unable to utter a single cry
alone and weary
it croaks, a feathery wing outstretched, reaching a mouth, wide open
unable to utter a single cry
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