Shiver and Flutter

Between double weather pane glass,

you stare at me as I wash dishes,

and I stare back and wonder…

You ought to take a trip.

After all, if you got in this window,

you can get out.

Hell of a place to spend winter, don’t ya think?

Just sayin’…

You ought to try palace living.

You know, like a king.

Avoid the shiver and flutter

of a winter-window-survival.

Bet you’d like a platform and wall made to order,

like a bed and chair fly style.

Add in a radio playing the favorites

of other winged friends lounging in Rio and Dakar,

and around the pool at The Brando in French Polynesia.

Yeah.  His island, where pastries are served on inlaid plates

of abalone and mother of pearl,

your coat of arms...kinda, eh?

Really.  They have a lot of you guys there too

And…

The best part?

There are courtiers ready to catch you

a lady companion from among the flies

grooming themselves on fresh road kill

and flotsam.

C’mon.  Beats hell out of shivering all winter

And staring back at me.

Dishes are finished for today.  Damn.  Our dreams can be so

unrealistic, eh? 

On your own, buddy.

Later.