The frozen birds died not happy
but not sad or wanting
they just ended
not like a book or a sentimental sunset
but like a crosswalk shifts from white man to red hand
Us - Humans -  the only animal which asks why
why is the world so dark
why won’t she return my love
why do I feel this way
Why doesn’t everything work out the way I want
if they could - the birds would call us *******
it’s why they can fly and we can only pretend
and I hate those pretty little ******* for that
Why?