oh, prose.

landing breathlessly, your scarlet chest heaves as you watch me watch you.
frozen; I delicately blink. you do not.
hyper-vigilant. even as you rest.
something so perfect about your cautious body captured by the lines of my window.
yet, you're the one that can fly.
i watch you recklessly fall backwards; wings spreading at just the right angle
to swoop you upwards
into your hidden treehouse.
my favorite neighbor.