Nesting

I will never be extinct, but I do nest with the dodos We all come from the same existence, the same timeless egg. The dodos sing to me, their voices, are unpleasant to the ear, but their future is eternal, as long as I keep listening. Once I lived in a hole in a tree with my parents, the tree is dead now, yet its spirit has its roots in me. Baby squirrels still fall out of my dreams. Look! There goes a crazy person, he is ugly and he smells, yet he has beautiful wings - the wings do not fly, so he rides a peddle bike, and sings to all the dodos yet to come.