The sky is a multi-layered shroud.
Thick blankets of gray, slowly
drift in the wind as the faint light
of a late morning searches for a
place to make its presence known.
I can see the barren lifelessness
surrounding as my eyes peek
through a tiny hole in the window.
Faucets still run in the background
and they help to occupy the silence.
Yet, I find everything beyond
the gates, enchanting as I daydream
about what it is like for birds of
prey on days when there
is a variable wind.
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