Perched

Perched

Outside my window,
I saw a certain group
of birds. Some flew,
some were sitting
on wires. I wondered,
as always, how
the birds on wires
are never electrocuted.
Lines of wings
fluttered carelessly,
ignored the charge,
ignored the current.

The birds looked down,
taunted me, tempted me.
My stupid sheets
felt heavy on top
of us, motionless.