at first glance
you appear blind
but this is soot in your eyes
or more specifically
soot in the feathers
around your eyes
the how of your home invasion
interests me less than the what
of your search
i have been told
you build mud houses
in the chimneys of
other’s houses
(mine also mud, of a sort)
without regard
to updrafts of hot air
or safe escape
rejoice!
you allow me to release you
to cloudy skies
you shit on my hand
in parting
which is probably
the most common
way to say goodbye
to a savior
tree swallow (20210430)
Words and Feathers 
Last stanza has me grinning ear to ear – thank you (from me and for the swallow)
Oh! That finish is divine, with a side of shit. Perfectly plopped. Now you can plop your pen, if that makes sense to do. Again…. many props to you this April!
Thank, my friend. I look forward to your next foray into the word mazes. Always surprising and satisfying.