Small shadows dart in and out
of two new holes in my apartment building.
Tiny holes, new doors to studio dwellings.
Inside sounds like spring
with loud chirps of wide mouthed chicks.
Hungry for fresh air, and ask their parents for the sun
to fill their tiny bellies with earth
so they swell with plumage and strong wings
to depart from these studio apartments.
To fly away and leave these tiny holes
quiet like a cold winter
with empty nests, and parents move away.
These birds have built
homes in our walls.
They take in the sound of families
and move out.
Leave the neighborhood
to swallow down the sun
like so many teenagers before them.
Poetic Trials 