2 Bird poems

There is a bird
chirping in the distance
sitting in a luminous red tree
making the night mysterious.

Other birds
flying through curves
looping loops in the dark
Their springy wings make a wind
and all the air shivers

Glass I lie
all over the floor
The woodpecker pecked me
then flew away.

With broken windows
youve blinded me
My rooms all splintered
My pieces are dying in the corner.