Day the Birds Flew Off

Things are going great no problems at all My world is terrific, I feel glad for the day The sun is shining, and I notice the birds They dive in for a taste of the cat food I smile at their daring A sharp pain stabs me through my heart It feels like someone has speared my back There is an invisible boa constrictor around my chest Is this how death is? I keep quiet A day later I am exhausted, can barely move There is a cyst and it is oozing What the heck? The birds are still here But I no longer see them or care It is all about me; and my health which I take for granted when it is good It is bad now, and I am irritated. Cursing the world Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? The birds fly off, sensing my rage.