The song birds and sparrows are kind today.
They know their songs are not welcome.
Perhaps they have found a large stash of worms a couple yards over.,,

I stare at the still green leaves..
So still...
Even my heart sets so still.
Yesterdays confusion is nothing but a smell on my fingertips.
An explanation is a tick on the tip of my tongue.
Thoughts crawl like worms in my mind and all those hungry sparrows and song birds have flown away.