(I am participating in National/Global Poetry Month as I continue to write small poems each morning. – Kevin)
Day Twenty Eight: Absurd Bird Sighting
didja ever stop to think,
this window, is a frame
and this view, the world?
i did, spotting the bird,
wings barely moving but flying,
beyond the pane of glass
a sudden moment, frozen in flap,
so surprised was i by the absurd,
what could i do but laugh?
Peace (in flight)