a bird flew in my room last night
it perched upon the sill
there's nothing here for you, I said
and punched it in the gill
I meant no harm
it moaned in pain
and bit me on the arm
the teeth were sharp
they left their mark
and on my bed a stain
the night was dark
and black the sky
it mattered not to me
but should I see that bird again
I'll knock it off its tree
phyllis april king
WINDOWS ARE THE EYES OF A BUILDING.THEY SEE WHAT'S GOING ON OUTSIDE.THEY SEE THE WORLD CHANGE.THEY DON'T REACT TO CHANGES.THEY WATCH IN A QUIET SORT OF WAY.UNLESS SHUTTERS PREVENT THIS.
