The birds

She smiles

The birds matching

The arch

Of her lips

With their wings

And I’m lifted

If only for a little while

Until the birds squawk

Louder than her words

Which say something something

About something something else,

Though I’m sure the sentences

Vibrate into the sky

Tickling the webbed feet above

Like feathers on flesh.

*

Look at all the birds she says.

They are so colourful.

They are everywhere.

It’s so beautiful.

But all I can see are the imprints

of paws

*

The snow falls

In order to make

The skies filled

For the birds

Have gone

Elsewhere.