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.
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