Real Estate and Bird Corpse

I am surrounded by starling feathers. Evidence of a bird that has flown down my chimney and, after flying full force into most of the 34 windows in my house, it stopped. It finally fluttered under the cedar chest under my Panasonic 26 “ and died. Bird shit and fluffy breast feathers are evidence of its efforts to escape my house. The spot where it died is stained a darker yellow. When I removed the birdbody it was impossibly light. The darkspot where it lay was matted with the dried juices that used to make the bird heavy. I wiped it up with orange-scented Windex but the darkspot remained.

I have picked up as many of the feathers as possible, but more keep showing up.

I am in this house, in this life too. Last night I had a very vivid dream. Away from the city I remember dreams better. I dreamt that the world was about to end in fire. We decided to go to the epicenter and watch. In the dream I was flooded with relief because I would be free of the complexities that this house, that house, my past decisions, had left me with.

And this morning, I am enjoying the bright day and the warm wind, but I am surrounded by light grey breast feathers. I feel empty and light.