At some point the birds that die
Upon the ground beside the building
Will mean the ones who live
And breed among glass canyons
Will see what glass is
Maybe not the glass
Precisely, but maybe the line
Between the parquet floor
And the manicured lawn
Until then, the stray cats
Live well in the shadows
Where the birds strike
The invisible wall between us
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The Endangered Crane Hunts Fish inside the Courtyard Pond
Oh Bird, who will not know the price of koi
Who will not know the why of shallows
Packed with so many colored swallows
Gulping down the jeweled flesh in joy
While the company refuels the stock
Oh Bird, there is a law that says you live
You do not know how untouchable, survive
Upon the architects vision, sky unlocked
Where gates are always closed, endangered now
With so few marshes left for hunting
Oh Bird, who stands upon a the bench below
The window of the king, cawing pooping
When the janitor flashes lights into you
Or claps and makes a sound, your graceful leaping
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