Hanging Out In A High Rise Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Fly-by-nights hang out their smalls in the clouds
Socks and vests, wallop on high rise verandas
Interrupting the wind on its legitimate business

An unidentified bird, most possibly alien,
Hops above a dog three storeys high

The bird has questions which the dog can't answer.
Are there provisions in place for resettling birds?
The day's so large that even the gulls are lost

The bird's still full of questions. The dog has left.
A rainbow pretends it's a bridge for sky to slide down
Far below, stick children kick a dot.