and there was a small bird…speckled…on the window’s ledge…
wet from rain…moving it’s head nervously…
wings did not flutter…

asked where he’d been….
all over…,he replied…
me too…

have you seen the Great Wall of China…
told him no…
then you haven’t been all over…

i’ve been to Paris…
who hasn’t…,the bird scoffed….
both France and Texas…

I see…,he crowed…
what…
you over do it…

how…
the small Paris…
Texas….
yes…that would’ve been enough…