Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

quills and birds

birds lounging on electricity wires
their oversight, over us, their thoughts
higher, transcending our sidewalks

by floating lightly into the clouds, they crowd
together, cars loudly clammer past
i walked under their eyes –

and thought of quills, how people
ages ago would spill out their thoughts
with ink splashed on feathers –

the last one took flight,
and i wondered whether or not birds would
choose to write with our bones or hair

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: oversight

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