Crow

I do not trust my wings 

to lift me.

Perhaps it is why my feet

do not leave this brick.

I am supposed to pull my knees

up, onto me, like a shelf, 

tipping far enough,

beak might break should I lose

wing, and plummet 

six inches to the floor.

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