Hello, and welcome! This is 15 Words or Less Poems, a low-pressure way to wake up your poetry brain (guidelines here), and I’m glad you’re here.
I was picking up the yard before a showing last week, and I saw a flash of yellow on the ground. I thought it was a tennis ball from the neighbor kids or something, but when I went to get it, I found this bird instead. It was so tiny and perfect and bright, and I was so sad that it was lying dead next to our house. I assume it flew into a window? Anyway, I got my phone and took a picture–not because I like pictures of death (generally the exact opposite), but because I felt like somehow this little creature deserved a witness.
This image makes me think of:
- a 2nd-grade boy forced to wear a dress jacket for a portrait or fancy event
- a still life painting where things are arranged, just so
- how I wish I saw living birds as close up as this one
And here’s my first draft.
It’s your turn! Have fun and stick to 15 WORDS OR LESS! (Title doesn’t count toward word count)