Concerning a Man, a House, a Bird and Tree.

Birch tree twigs and
peeling bark like
peeling paint,
white on an ancient house,
creaking and leaning
like a timber falling
with no one around.

Skeleton hands.
Skeleton cheeks.

Sunken eyes.
A stare that darts then
lingers
like a bird come to rest
on a brittle finger
then disappear in an
anxious flutter.

A leaf astir in its going.