Baptism By Fire

He squealed, Like a pig in heat Praising God for he believed He sat, 2 years old And he looked at the lord Drew an angels breath Swatted a toy A bird that could not fly Meant for another mans eye Gramp's died took a colorado bound plane in the seat pocket in front was a small toy ostrich I shoved it deep into my pocket I could not say why When I got home a sickness ensued with pink cottage cheese chunks Filled up the sink and i withered in pain He died It came on the window pane it was white like a ghost did not appear on french toast it was like a laser etching awoke to the bird symbol awakening and i had that toy same exact size and this symbol on the window with every feather perfectly detailed could be traced from the toy to the window difference was that the tail was composed many fine, white, smooth flowing, intermingling lines translucent, and seen best by brightest daylight I thought it was condensation that it would fade away but it remained ©