There was this building.
It was big. Cold.
Taller than five trees.
(Five tall trees.)
Then a bird came to reflect in it’s window.

“Hello, building.”
“Hello, bird.”
“I am free to fly amongst the clouds.”
“I am taller than five trees.”
“But you are alone.”
“So are you.”

The bird flew off, and knew something was coming his way. The building sat motionless, and couldn’t believe his life took the kind of turn where he now found himself talking to birds.