Observations.
That bird dropping down to peck the asphalt.
So close to her foot is something she has never
encountered before.
There's nothing to compare it with.
There's nothing that links it to that cat.
Nothing it shares with that bush.
They're all unanticipated tenants,
convincing presences in a space that for the moment
we share with them.
There aren't kingdoms that harbor them, or separate them
out into their particular territories.
No words that link them together.
This thing here fluttering its wings now,
and hopping between the grass, and the dust.
It has no likeness.