I look like an eagle, but I feel like a sparrow

Hillary Albertson

5 am fog.

Grey is a color of possibility;

The blankest of canvases.

Oops. Sorry.

Red means love,

But I am not fire.

I am four pink paws

On a grey canvas

On a window sill

At 5 am.

I am not love, but thank you.

What is her name?

Oops. Thank you.

I am fragile. I am awake.

I paint possibility

And smooth my feathers

Fall, 2017 Issue

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