Neglected street lamps flicker, barely
Illuminating images left undocumented.
Greetings echo down the block.
He may (or may not) hear them.
Time will frame the edges of his wings

Captured in crested shadows
As he scans the sidewalk for spiders.
Rain will not fall till later.
Darkness will not deter him
In the moment. A dooryard
Nearby holds wrinkled tree bark.
Across branches, he ignores lessons
Learned about the early bird.