…the bird…

…the bird sits

in the tree

trilling to the sky

and not

to me…

She lives now

for herself

and i believe

she has a point…

…life…

Life is a pie.

Not a berry, not a peach,

not a cherry out of reach.

Eat it up quickly,

saving some for midnight

when time stands still,

and shadows wait to

eat you up.