Imagine opening up the door
to face the day outside. Outside,
the ground is almost completely
covered
in birds.
All the small kinds, just close enough.
Touching each other, but not piled up.
You see blades of grass, gleams of
concrete, patches of earth between
their gold, black, blue and mousy
greys.
Now
you've imagined this,
so please tell me: are they
alive or dead?
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