A few creatures

The fly flies naturally within an empty space.

The deranged dog barks without pertinent purpose
to a velvet light.
Two trembling tenants forgive the landlord
before stabbing him in the neck.
These are the sounds I hear when I fly,
when I bark,
when I sharpen the bristle
of the knife.
I reduced the cramped curve of an eye
to a sad line
in my face.
I see the sky,
I am seen by the sky.
Clouds surround me.
A white volume resembling my mother;
or a broken column;
or a squirrel running under the sunlight.