Tell me why…..

….I will die.

This time.

I only have eyes

….to see.

Stick and bones…

….are my home.

Hello…

….my little friend.

The wind will blow…

…the clouds away.

Time to uproot….

….move to another pile of manure.

Leaving the closeness….

…..behind me.

Time has wearied me….

….like nothing else.

Still hungry….

….it is winter after all.