Sparrow Suicides ~



Light play, the soft
brown of wings (delicate
belly) reaching
into broken sky
(wing tip to tail feather)

fall

sweep across the
(grass ditch)
country road, to
flash by my purposeful
hood (narrow
luck) and
miss

I calculate distance,
(check for survivors)
wonder if birds
are thrill seekers,
competetive (free
fall) racers
who enjoy tormenting
evening commuters.

(who can translate
the tricky body language
of birds)

I then (startled)
understand:
I have witnessed

mating.