you've seen it all before, the forest in spring
the wild summer rose after the rain
but this is October and we are not going there
you may not like where it leads you but we are going there
to the place where ends don't meet
and you get a good hard look where beauty is not pretty
stranded alone
you know it's coming. you can feel it
and it isn't pretty
maybe even grotesque
but this bird has flown
no matter which way you look at it, it is what it is
in black and white
now maybe there is some bird heaven
but as darkness falls
remember the children