by David Ackley
A bird flies into glass thinking itself
a strange bird.
As do I.
The author has not attached a note to this story.
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Poor strange bird.
Makes me wonder why I would ever need more than 13 words, among other things.
Many possible interpretations to this, which I like.*
A-well-a bird bird bird, well-a bird is the word... *
What Carol said.
I especially like the possibilities created by the ending. Nicely done. Much in a small space. *
Aw. I really like this.
The only thing missing here is the long-ass author's note.
merci tout le monde
Compact, for sure. I see it more as a fine microfiction piece rather than a poem.
Sort of a imagist poem. I like this one a lot. Even if I have no idea, it is open to lots of thought. Nicely done.