ascending in the airway between the bricks where I have an alley view through the screen window that looks out on the Dumpsters, and the crows who mind their garbage, and sometimes ascend like disheveled angels in the view of cats who dream of feathers between their teeth longing for predation like unrequited love.
And I love their wild desire
And I love their dreaming loss And I love the way their ears stand up And their sleek and furry gloss.