5 a.m. Half-Asleep Musings

Once, he said, place their food up high in the tree.

The birds will eat and sing out in merry.

But I knew, deep inside, it was not meant to be.

Tree limbs outstretched to the sky,

But the birds would not eat, they only cried.

With a chill, I felt death all around me.

And I cry for myself, now alone and lonely.

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