Zabyva Quiet Alignment

I moved down from the counter toward a wire postcard rack beside the patio wall. Among the faded tourist cards, a small booklet lay open to a printed poem, its edges fluttering in the draft. I stepped onto the metal rung and used my claws to press a flat plastic clip over the fluttering top corner. It settled the page flat. A line of verse caught the afternoon light: something about a raven perched upon a bust, unmoving and solitary. It didn't flinch, didn't ask for company, and demanded nothing from the room. I stood on the wire tier for several minutes, reading the stark cadence in silence before climbing down. Practical prose. An agreeable use of five minutes. #TADC #DigitalCircus #Zabyva