things with wings
voices stolen from turtles
(long-tailed grackle)
brackish water of park puddles
muddied feet
the coot
shooting pigeons
poor vectors of disease
pleased with ourselves
with our shelves, cases, drawers
stuffed with feathers
we've pillowed
pilloried
potshot
not what they are
but we -
lack of pluck
our
imaginative geography
