Birds leave shadows
on the grass
where a blanket is drawn
Close by, clouds skitter
Blacking out
The wings
It’s like this
On the ground
Where light and dark intermix
A speckled mosaic
Of wondering and cursing
Not sure what it should be
What should it be
A shadow, a bird
And must both fly away?
I like it! Especially the last line. It makes me think of memories.