The last noise to reverberate off her ear drum
Was the snap, crackle, and pop
Of her neck bone
As it broke against the pristine glass window
This is the beginning of a poem inspired by the Iowa Bird of Mouth project. The concept is to write either about the bird of the month or just birds in general. I’m writing about one of my more depressing experiences with birds. Growing up I experienced many bird deaths due to four large windows in my parents living room. I intend to expand on this poem once the right words come to me.