Little bird on the ledge I see, no different from you and me. Small and fragile, a delicate mess, flustered eyes reveal your distress. Alone you gaze at the scene below, a painted canvas with shadows that glow. To sleep is bliss, in a night skyless; Afraid they’ll notice no brush, no witness to colour the sky with shades of another, you search below for a friend or a brother. Your feathers twitch; uncertainty looms, one step to freedom, one drop to gloom. A fleeting moment, your fate is near, you stare so silently, closer to the sheer. When you jump, I stumble my heart to fear no wings on me, my fate unclear