Something Not Too Dramatic

My window sill, I sit and learn
About the passing-by world
As the sparrows tweet
And the leaves fall
I smile at life, hoping she smiles back.

Brown and speckled, she cocks her head
Singing the song of vibrancy
Complex flexations of the throat
Allow her to be so beautiful

Shrivelled and dead, she is carried soley by the wind
In a neverending dance, a giant whirlround goes she
The children chase her, they want not of her love
But to see her crumble, into a zillionty pieces.

I put my pieces back long ago, it seems.

The End

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