things can only get betterrr
i want life
he screamed
impotent, dead
a flower bed
unseeded
in the darkest, greyest spring.
but as he lay
his eyes exhausted
dirt trodden on his side
a nightingale
made the curt remark
that his feet were on the ground,
before the squirrel wandered by.
and then a pig tailed girl,
blonde, smiling,
happed across the scene
and,
like in a dream,
seemed to make sense of it all.
but maybe that was just youth.
(the owl was none the wiser)