I bit off my finger
And spit it up into the tree
The sun makes me thinks this
The leaves pillow in my head
I look directly at it
With my finger at the core
The sun is to obnoxious to allow me to see even my own fIngertip!
A branch poking in the corner
Makes me believe my bloodied finger is hanging in the air
In reality it is just water
My wet *** and muddied boots are proof of this
The bird only stops chirping to feed digit to its chick