It's Just A Bird

I wonder, to understand fabric...the kind that attaches itself to the skin and won't slough off at the end of the day. That peels off layers of thought, tucked neatly into crevices, deep in furrows of sorrow caught at the corner of your mind... 

Fabric, not silk or cotton, but a single line fashioned into a cloudy remnant. A sheet of mist turned into memory with no beginning and no end, wrapped around the tail of a dog, wagging...that you caught just then with a simple thought emerging...       

I wonder why that bird stood alone in the puddle, in the crosswalk of the street. I almost hit it, but...no matter, it's just a bird!