Birds chirp overhead. Lifting my cap, I walk my eyes up to see; soon greeted by the sun. Such warmth, such energy. I look down. Fitting my cap properly; Time seems to be held. My lips are dry, aching to crack. Making note of the simple necessities of life. The urge to dive deep, looking for muddy roots of home. Murky brown water with no bottom. Frogs lining up to see a show. I start to walk, as I hear a sound. Unnatural, distant. Finding coves of contrast to my liking. It’s simple, shoot honest. A trance of life fills my limbs. The distant sound is upon me now, unknowingly. Denoting my threat, we wave to each other. The quite is consuming now; and I’m just a blackbird on a wire.