A little birdie told me that
when you look out of your aeroplane porthole
and the red signal light flashes on and off
onto the wing,
and you can’t see it,
the wing actually isn’t there.
The little birdie also told me that
the porthole glass fogs up
because the glass is cold.
I also have an over-active imagination.
Actually no, upon closer reflection, I feel I was born with a stilted ability to perceive and engage with reality.