You Were There - Poetry by Will Suttle
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
Bird Territory
Into the woods I go,
Below tall trees
and through the snow.
Bright white while I squint.
I'm the loudest thing around,
according to the birds.
And they watch me like the impostor I am,
small chirps with a hostile sound.
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