One sole warrior
keeps watch over all the other birdies.
He ruffles his feathers, sticks his leg out,
and pulls it back in.
He turns his head to and fro
and surveys the land.

A little chippy bird tries his luck and lands
near.

The warrior spreads his wings
as he glides
from branch to branch.

Three hops before he makes his break for
the sun.

You stuck a knife in me.
When the pain from that wasn't enough for you,
You twisted,
leaving just another gaping hole in me destined to never heal.

The birth of all depend on it
The death of all depend on it
Be it punctual, be it late, be it auspicious
Be it dreaded, be it unknown
The blades of grass
The hearts that pump
In between life and death
All depend on time

For our anniversary
you gave me a rope necklace
Then got angry when i started
chocking on
my
words.