Bird Watching
There’s a desk in my room and it faces a tree
There’s a dark shadow over the world
And another inside me
The tree has green and red fruit shaped like some tiny balls
There’s a sickness in the air shaped like invisible walls.
Everyday the birds come to eat the tiny fruit
While I try to write stories that will never bloom
I counted at least 7 different species
I type in my computer, something apocalyptic
Some couples have different colors
And different spins
While the male has blue feathers
The female a very light green
I’ve lost sight of the past
The humming birds can be so frail
But they can also be huge
With a scissor tail
I’ve lost sight of the future
And there’s one with a strange pattern
But this one I can’t figure out
So I call him pajamas.
There’s no point on doing anything
When the world has stopped spinning
So I sit
And I wait
And I watch the birds in it.