They cling to the walls, tiny
demons scratching. In a blink,
they are gone, fluttering away,
startled, the cat
not far behind them. Floating
around my living room
like ghosts, I try to catch them.
JKolasch
speculative fiction / contemporary poetry
Jacob Kolasch 
Interesting; made me feel a little chill at the birds scratching on the walls. Harbingers, or something frightening on their own? Trusty cat of reality putting them to flight, but will they return? Good poem!
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